In a sleep-deprived flurry of OMG this morning, I somehow left home without my Apple Watch.
I know, right? Talk about a First World Problem. Actually, someone did:
Anyway, as I waited for my DLR into town, I realised it was too late to go home to get it and hopped on the train without much more thought about it.
But wow – what a difference it made. I realise this evening that I’m a 100% Apple Watch devotee. I missed my notifications, I missed tracking my activity, I missed being able to (basically) check the time without getting my phone out of my pocket. Really, I lost count of the number of times I raised my wrist, only to be disappointed by the bare (if tanned) skin that I saw instead of a watch screen.
Effectively, by leaving it at home for a day, I moved from the hypothetical “How much do you really use your Apple Watch?” to the actual “I use it a lot and I miss it like hell.”
Panic over and it’s safely back on my wrist once more.
There’s probably a very deep philosophical point to be made about having to experience loss to know the value of something – I’m just still amazed I managed to walk out the front door without it.
And if that’s the worst thing that happens to me this week, then I’ll be a very, very lucky man.