Yup. The telephone: a terrifying beast that shatters the silence with its banshee's cry. Bringing with it heavy obligations of social connections whether welcome or otherwise...
Now, I am not saying that I am over my allergy to bi-directional synchronous electronic audio communication. However, I did manage to return a phonecall to a friend today.
Well, this is a friend that I had fallen out of contact with a close friend for long enough that I felt horrible and embarrassed about it.
And when I got a message I didn't return it because I felt horrible and embarrassed that I had not called first.
And then the weight of all that time made it hard to even think about picking up the phone. Easier to pretend that I had moved to Point Barrow, Alaska. Or entered the witness protection program. Or suffered some kind of aphasia preventing me from undertsanding the English language.
So today I returned a call from this friend after just one day. Small victories, right?
Only it is a bigger deal than it sounds like. It is the inside part, again, that is the big deal. The fact that I don't secretly smile when I can't find my phone. The lack of dread when it rings. I admit, today it sounds ridiculous. Only it is a feeling that is likely to come and go.
No cures. Never done. Recovery, just like life, is a neverending journey. But wouldn't it be nice if it were a nice tidy project that could be completed in a weekend? Wrapped in a package? Tied with a bow? Oh well.
Grateful Crap: not going outside today. Working on presents for people. Enjoyment of knitting/beading/sewing...
took meds in the morning
returned a phone call (even if it was just part two of the slowest phone tag game ever)
Quaker, teacher, parent,