reaching for unreachable

who gets access to you all the time?

The last time I came to Idaho, I made my parents drive me thirty minutes into town everyday so I could log into my work computer. 

I clutched my busyness like a shield, hiding in plain sight. I was on my phone constantly. Compulsively checking my email. Refreshing notifications. 

I couldn’t sit with my family for twenty minutes without wanting to jump out…