Like most of us in this modern age, my phone has kept me up late more nights than I can count.
I put it down to go to sleep only to find it, mysteriously, back in my hands, lighting the room with it’s strange, modern glow.
Of course, it’s terrible for our brains and our capacity to sleep.
The first thing I did was to get an alarm clock that wasn’t my phone. And that helped. But the phone kept finding its way back into my bedroom. And then, somehow, turning on and cycling me through Facebook, email, Huffington Post and you name it.
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