Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Ringing phones

I've been having one of those weeks when I am afraid of my cellphone.  It's also one of those weeks when I don't dare silence it. I have too many things going on to miss an important phone call or email. When the phone rang roots morning,  I was across the room.  My first response was a knife of fear. "Please don't be something I don't want to deal with, " I chanted as I reached for it.

It was a dear friend who I've only been able to wave at as we drove past each other. She was calling to chat since we hadn't been able to get together lately. Our lives have been busy and full of unexpected interruptions,  and we compared notes about how we feel and how we're coping. It was nice to know that I'm not the only one struggling with these feelings and thoughts, even though I'm sorry she's feeling that way.  She understands, and that is where the comfort comes from. 

The funny, or not so funny, part of this is that we've both been meaning to call each other.  Life kept getting in the way, and we both felt the urge and longing to talk to each other.  Next time I feel that I should pick up the phone and call her, I think I'll be a little more motivated, because she probably wants to talk, too.

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