Three Lessons Learned After Having My Phone Stolen
Losing my device made me realize how plugged in and vulnerable I really am.
This is an article I wrote on LinkedIn in January that I wanted to edit and archive here.
Yesterday, my phone was stolen from the bathroom of my building on campus. It was shocking, as I'm unsure what someone plans to do with a phone they can't unlock. Not to mention, classes haven't started, so only about 10 people are on campus. (I'm exaggerating, but it's a bit of a ghost town here.)
Regardless, I'm phoneless as I type this on my laptop, and it's an interesting state to be in, especially in 2025.
1. The Fear Is REAL
I use my phone, I think, like most people—email, update social sites, pay bills, look up info, etc. Without access, I feel a little less productive, sure, but the fear comes into play with access to my life.
If the person with my phone finds a way to unlock it, they have immediate access to all my major communication channels, notes, and photos. And they are one step closer to having access to banking information and accounts. That's freakin' scary!
2. The Dependency is also Real
It takes not having access to the phone to realize how dependent I am on it. From maps in the car, music, communication, and work, I have been genuinely disconnected for 24 hours, and it feels a little like Neo waking up from the matrix.
I'm exaggerating, of course, but the metaphor is relevant. It's eye-opening.
Even the rep from the insurance company said, "You'll get a text when your replacement phone is on the way." I needed to remind her that the phone was stolen, and we laughed. Not having a phone is absurd these days. We (as in "people") can't fathom not having access to a cell phone.
3. Double Authentication Backup Methods are Important!
Currently, I cannot access any account requiring double authentication that texts a code. A huge lesson learned to have backup authentication methods in place, like email addresses and other phone numbers of trusted people I can rely on.
I think writing this was therapeutic for me. My replacement is coming this evening, but in a way, I appreciate this day to walk around the "real world" disconnected from the matrix.
If I disregard my fears for a minute, the things I miss most are listening to Spotify and seeing traffic patterns on Google Maps while commuting. The work emails and social media posts can wait. I’m enjoying the break.



Hi Roni, I read this when you posted this and was ‘gosh that’s tough’ and then just moved on.
But I’m listening to Stolen Focus by Johann Hari (don’t worry, I understand the irony of listening to a book about focus while I’m driving, weeding,etc).
I recognize the addictive patterns and my complete dependence on this 3x5 hunk of metal and wire.
If there is a way to harness the power without slavery, I haven’t found it.
Sylvia