Continuity

Alone Until The Fog Lifts

Alone Until The Fog Lifts

It was halfway across the channel, surrounded by fog so thick you could taste it, that I realized I had forgotten my iPhone.  Not just my phone, but also my lifeline, my tickets for the rest of my journey, the contacts for my meetings, my schedule, my notes, my connection to the world.  The ferry continued to slowly make its way across the currents, blasting its fog horn every few minutes in fear of meeting a small craft having lost its way with no radar.  I dug through my bags in hopes that sinking feeling in my belly was wrong.  My instinct was right and my lifeline to the real world was left behind on the island.  My AppleWatch tapped my wrist and prompted me to “Breathe.”  This made me slightly chuckle, as perhaps it was just the cue I needed in that moment.  Panic would get me nowhere.