Back to the dark ages....

...or that's what it feels like, at least.

For the past year, I have been battling the sin of lust. For someone who's never even had a boyfriend, homegirl sure does struggle. I've tried a lot of things, some of which help, like joining my local Celebrate Recovery group and getting rid of all the reading apps I had, and some which did not, like downloading a journaling app.

My phone is the latest in the line of causalities. I now have a flip phone.

Okay, Okay, so it's not quite that old. (I do have to push the #2 button three times to get a 'c' though, so there's that.)

It's been difficult, giving up my smart phone. I get lost visiting other cities now (I squint at a map, your local Indiana Jones impersonator), I can't google good places to eat, or check my email, or check facebook, or twitter, or the 'gram. Texting requires 3 to 4 business days, and if someone tries to add me to a group chat my phone, like the delicate lady from a previous time that she is, faints.

But... I'm happier. WAY happier. I have more time! I don't see depressing news! And, for the first time in several months, this is starting to feel like a fight that can be won.

So, other than the fact that I feel like Kim Possible every time I have to answer the phone, I'm doing okay. (And is that really a bad thing, anyways?) Any advice for how to live acoustically? Or tips you all have used on how to overcome sin?

(Oh, I forgot another struggle: my flip phone doesn't have a flashlight, which means foyers into the dark must now be made without the meager comfort of a phone flashlight. Things that go bump in the night: me)