I have anxiety attacks when I don’t have my cell phone. I keep it close by to feel the vibration should it ring in a no-cell zone. Even though I may not look at my two-inch-thick day planner, it must go with me everywhere like a national security briefcase chained to my wrist. I’ve resisted the blackberry after finding that text messaging on my cell phone is a bit challenging.
My wallet won’t stay closed unless a rubber band is put around it; photos, credit cards, business cards, and consumer cards fill it up. Clerks at the pharmacy, greeting card, and sporting goods store always ask for those “valuable” identification cards, and I just never know when I might need to pick up something. A mom always has her “bag of tricks” with her, right? It gives me great satisfaction to produce a Shout wipe or a floss card in an emergency situation.
My expandable briefcase holds files from work, in the event I have an opportunity to work at home. I find it a temporary place to store important papers and special cards. I was shocked to find a birthday card from four years ago still tucked in there, but it was “safe.” With wireless connections everywhere, my laptop goes with me also. I can make a client presentation or jot down a few notes when I have some down time. The newer models are lighter weight, but I rationalize carrying my heavier seven-pounder as part of my weight training program.
My gym bag holds tennis shoes, workout clothes, a cosmetic bag, two bottles of water, and a book…just in case I decide to go to the gym.
I’m the proud owner of an iPod, thanks to my children, but haven’t yet begun the habit of taking it with me everywhere. I was amazed, however, at the number of middle-aged iPod users on the streets of Chicago and New York City recently. Between iPod ear plugs and cell phone hands-free mechanisms, people looked dazed as they sang a cappela or talked to invisible friends. I noticed more jaywalking incidences than I could count, as pedestrians were caught up in their own little world—physically crossing a street but mentally miles away.
Needless to say, I feel and often look like a contemporary bag lady. Why do I feel the need to carry all of my valuable stuff with me? I’ve been a multi-tasker forever, always thinking of ways to become more efficient with my time. Studies now show that all of this multi-tasking actually makes us less efficient. We’re over-stimulated and often not very effective or efficient with the task at hand.
And those bags are heavy. When my chiropractor asked what I’ve been lifting, I hung my head in shame as I answered, “just my purse, my laptop computer, my briefcase...” He suggested if I must carry all that stuff, perhaps I should find a wheeled cart. Yes, just like my mind pictures a “bag lady.” It will take some time, but I hope to minimize my load by buying smaller bags that force me to be more selective with what stuff I carry.
And I’m making it a goal not to go over the two-checked bag rule when I fly—at least upon departure. TPW