Yesterday morning my iPhone stopped working. I was still using my 5S from 2013, trying to eek out a few more months until I could upgrade to the 8 which is supposed to be completely different from recent models.
With being at work yesterday and having things scheduled afterwards, I had no time to try to switch my cellular service over to my old 4S (from 2011!).
At first it felt odd wondering not having the ability to text or get emails immediately. But as the day went on it became an afterthought. I went to the local park in the evening for a softball game with my family. The thought of checking my phone never struck once and I made the comment how “this is like the 90s! I won’t know what’s going on until I get back home!”. It felt great not being tethered to it.
Today I have an appointment at Apple’s Genius Bar to see if my 5S is easily salvageable. If it’s not, while I’ll probably end up using the 4S, I gotta say, the idea of reverting to a “dumb phone” that flips open seems very attractive. Well…at least until the iPhone 8 comes out. Then I’ll reassess my desire for one. ☩