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📵 Letter 86: Phoneless 48 hours, Biking 42 Miles, Lanai

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How can I love all the parts of myself, both my favorite and my least favorite parts?

Aloha fellow learn-it-all 👋

Greetings from Diamond Head, O’ahu in Hawai'i 🌺

My brother Mitch visited me last week and that was quite the whirlwind. His first time in Hawaii so made sure to make the most of it. So many new things to do being back on O'ahu since my last week on the Big Island for my half marathon and jaw dropping manta ray dive.

I taught Mitch how to drive a moped. What a rush to be a beginner again. I remember my first time riding Ciao (what I named him), and almost hitting a car on a hill. I soon learned that the turning is with your weight more so than the wheel.

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📵 Phoneless 48 Hour Reflections

I've felt that my relationship with my phone has been out of my hands lately. I felt too reliant on it.

It was taking over. I feel like Hawaii runs on Instagram. I stay in touch with family on Facebook. Twitter feeds my writing inspiration. It is all adding up to so much. The screen time numbers don’t lie (what if they did though…).

This experiment went much differently than my think weekend earlier this year with an agenda of books to read. I no preparations on a six hour snowy drive. Here are a few steps I took with some rules:

After all of this was in place, I did an assortment of random things that popped up.

Reading old journals. Since living in Hawaii for about five months, I've plowed through two whole journals. I started reading them and it felt like a different person wrote them. I forgot most of what I'd previously done, thought and felt. I started to create a table of contents and it was really fun to give the entries names. Such a rewarding experience to reinforce the ideas of my past self.

Writing cards. The post cards were a fun writing exercise. I think they’re underrated for writers to practice writing directly to an audience of one person.

Writing poems. They’re so silly yet simple. I love them. If you’re newer to writing and a blog sounds intimidating, try a haiku. Language is such a privilege. I’m in love with it.

Getting drenched. I didn't know about the flash flood warning in the valley. It was the first time I was actually cold in Hawai’i. I don't even own a fleece here which seems like a sin being a Midwestern gal whose closet used to be all sweaters in Chicago. I bundled up in sock, sweats and thankfully my roommates fluffy top.

Walking in this World catchup. I started reading Walking in this World by Julia Cameron about seven weeks ago and I’ve gotten behind on the curriculum in the course. It has so many prompts and the reading is so rich that I refuse to read it fast.

Visiting a bookstore. I’ve been wanting to go to Native Books store since multiple friends recommended me months ago and I just now got around to it. I felt silly writing down my contact info on a sticky note for the friend I made, but that worked. No deal breaker or need for my phone. Maybe let’s bring back those nifty business cards?

Morning meditation. My habit this month, I am meditating for at least one minute every day. I started this on October 30th after joining a Zen Buddhist temple.

Some other notable notes on my discomfort with having a watchless naked wrist:

I wanted to do a photoshoot to serve as the date I take my artist on (as part of Julia Cameron’s creativity course). One can only take so many pictures of palm trees. Bored of the still life in my apartment and without any models, I turned the camera around. I figured out how to use the aperture, exposure, zoom, and focus on the front facing lens of my Sony 6400 camera. What a hoot that was!

I went snapping shots of myself. Titles of my silly selfie saga are included below:

Captain Jack Sparrow

8th Grade Superlative: "Best Eyes"

Noseless Tea


I got my first cellphone (the legendary enV2 flip phone) when I was in 7th grade, over a decade ago now. Before that, nothing could ever buzz, ring or zap me out of the present moment. I’m always charging and charging it. I even carry a portable charger just in case. Why don’t I let the little glass box take a prolonged nap?

Yes, there are SO many benefits to a cellphone. Even more so, safety especially as a woman.  But to think that about ten years ago, and some change, I didn’t have this thing taking over my attention is mind boggling. I don’t have 300 day Snapchat streaks with my sister and AudiOctober with my daily podcasts is over. Though, it hurts me to think that some folks can’t fathom life without a phone.

Being human doesn’t mean that others get to take our attention. Rather than paying attention to these apps, I want to learn how to be attentive.

My grandma Omi never understood why I was so disrespectful in high school obsessed with my iPhone probably playing Tiny Wings. I’d stare at the screen instead of engaging in a conversation with her in person. She was onto something there with this observation.

I felt so much relief with one less thing to check while sitting in my boredom. I realize this is a privilege as I don't have others dependent on me like a partner or children. Though I highly recommend the experiment of what life without a phone feels like.

Experiment: Try out phone-less days, mornings, or even just an hour at night when you typically are doom scrolling. Let me know how that feels for you. What do you experience?


To tie this in a bow, in the wise words of the stoic philosopher Epictetus:

You become what you give your attention to. If you yourself don’t choose what thoughts and images you expose yourself to, someone else will, and their motives may not be the highest.”

🖊 Writing

Per what I mentioned above, I've been on a kick of enjoy writing poems. I feel like they have served as a great vehicle to be more intentional with my word choice and to view writing as music meant to be recited aloud.

Phoneless 48 hours

Brewed a fresh pot of coffee
Beeping heard from three stories below.
Oh, how I love a cup of joe
and to think I quit this routine
not so long ago.

Sitting on my lanai
Silence stirs
as shaggy
soon-to-be-salty surfers
bike by
bound for the south shore swell
On this fine
Saturday morning.

I questioned my soreness:
Are my bruises actually that bad?
What does Surfline say the waves look like?
Am I missing the gnar?
My Wavestorm will need to wait
for another day.

And so I continued my ritual
Picked up the most brown banana
Mashed him into the kodiak cakes.
No Jack Johnson heard.
No Banana Pancakes song to dance to.

How sad I felt without Spotify
The silence is necessary though
To realize what a blessing music can be.
I remember CDs for Christmas
blasting on my boombox
covered in stickers
from being an obedient ballerina.
Just like Amazon packages arriving
within two days,
Spotify is pure convenience.
We type a song and hear it.
Botta bing, botta boom.

Next best option?
Let’s try the real deal:
an instrument.
I didn't have my ukulele app
My strings were a mess
Far from pleasant sounding.
Untuned racket.
Mere noise.
I send my condolences in advance
to my neighbors thanks to these thin walls
Even the ones with the opera-bound newborn.

No Spendee app to track
my McFlurry dessert last night.
How will I remember the money I spent?

No laundry app to be proactive
With these smelly linens
or sweaty socks.
The banks are closed.
No coins.
I guess it'll have to wait
for another rainy day.

No Google maps.
Time to go get lost moseying around.
Worst come to worst
I pretend to be a tourist and ask
or lean into the lostness
and hope to be found.

No weather app
To know when the flash flood would flee
Time to get drenched
Covered in goosebumps
And hope for a rainbow eventually.

Good riddance to Twitter,
Instagram and emails
Those three sneak into my subconscious
cast spells on my thumbs
to incessantly check
and capture my attention.
Relentless with their rushes
firing off excitement in my brain.
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
As if it were laundry money
Lying on the linoleum floor.

Perhaps life without a phone isn’t so bad?

🔎 Word to define

Lanai: A Hawaiian phrase for a specific type of porch that usually has concrete floors and are found on the ground adjacent to the home

A type of porch comparable to a patio, sunroom, or veranda. Though, they are different featuring screens or windows that give the indoor and outdoor living feeling. It is usually used year round.


First documented as the name of the sixth-largest of the Hawaiian Islands and the smallest publicly accessible inhabited island in the chain. It is roughly apostrophe-shaped island with a width of 18 miles in the longest direction and a land area of 140.5 square miles (or 68,002 American football fields)

Colloquially, Lanai is known as the Pineapple Island because of its past as an island-wide pineapple plantation. (Fun fact: it take two years for one pineapple to fully grow). As of 2012, the island is 98% owned by founder and chairman of Oracle, Larry Ellison.

My research results are inconclusive on where the  transition went from an island name to a part of a home. My hypothesis is because the Hawaiian language nearly went extinct years ago.


Catch me enjoying my mornings with sun streaming in reading Julia Cameron, pondering the meaning of life, and journaling on my lanai.

🌟 Quote to inspire

“Navigators need the stars to structure their voyages. We artists, too, need other points of reference to stay on course." -Julia Cameron

❓ Question to think about

How can I love all the parts of myself, both my favorite and my least favorite parts?

📷 Photos of the Week

While Mitch visited me, we biked 42 miles across O’ahu and ascended 3,000 feet up a volcano across the island. Exhausted is an understatement, but the views were totally worth it.

🙏 Shoutouts

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Mahalo 🌺


👣 Footnotes

On my gratitude for sunlight. Vitamin D is so underrated:

On authenticity, finding your tribe and being a weirdo:

A recap from the last letter in a thread on highlights from the half-marathon:

On rejection and being in the arena:

On how I am not in the Christmas spirit quite just yet:

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