Hi, My name is Courtney, and I work in the social media field and do not own a smartphone. I don’t even have a plan that can includes data, and my phone might even flip open. And by might I mean it absolutely does. They don’t make this phone anymore…

Even though I may be on the cutting edge when it comes to trends on the Internet, and I could easily make a list of which smartphones you should buy, I have failed to join the millions (if not billions) of you who have one.

Sure, some days I long for ability to tweet a picture with a sepia tone effect giving the illusion that I’m an artist with the camera. I often yearn to check emails if it has been more than half an hour since my last sign in. And don’t even get me started on how many places I would be mayor if I joined foursquare.

I may have gotten laughed out of board rooms, mocked by younger siblings, and often snickered at when pulling out my old faithful. But there is something inside of my that just keeps pulling back, that just keeps my fingers from clicking that “confirm to buy” button online.

Before going there, I should admit there are a few benefits to living in the mobile stone age.

When I’m off from work, I’m off. Coming from a workaholic this is an amazing talent. I’m not getting constant pings that need my attention, no mentions to reply to, and not one comment I need to answer. I’m completely free, well until I turn on my computer and have 30+ unread emails all yelling at me to be answered that one minute.

Although I may ache to find restaurants with the touch of button, and to finally be able to see what those fuzzy black and white squares actually say, I  will continue to wait in the dark until I work up the nerve to give up the freedom of my little, but sturdy, flip phone.