Energy

I have a love hate relationship with the ringing of the phone. I am not always eager to receive immediate communication.
Ring, ring, ring.
Who is on the other end of the line? I hope it is someone I want to hear from. Someone who will give me good new which will make my heart content.
I haven’t heard from Cousin Sally lately. I know she was vacationing in the Caribbean.
I wish she would call.

Steering at my phone, willing it to ring and put an end to the feeling of boredom and loneness. If only someone would call, I could arrange to go dancing or even see a movie, I heard the new Marvel’s Adventure is in the theaters.

News flash, I don’t have to wait for someone to call me. I have the power to pick up the phone, dial a number and call someone, anyone will do. These are the times when I am grateful for the use of the phone. No restrictions and no obligation to pick up the phone.

Ring, ring, ring.
I feel stressed, and afraid. I don’t want to answer the phone.
Hello, did you say Gramma just died? This is when my mouth feels like cotton balls are preventing me from speaking.
I hear the loud ringing in my ears and paralysis has taken over my limbs.
I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone

The joy of no interruptions from the ringing of a phone is a life of spontaneity and even longevity. The choice to detach and freely exist without the intruding ringing of the phone is an act of kindness to the soul. Surprisingly, the silence of the phone is more deafening than the loud ringing of the phone.

The older I become, I am skeptical of the importance of the phone.
Yes, the use of technology is always a good thing, but sometimes I am afraid of what the phone will bring.

When I look at the phone I feel all sorts of conflicting emotions.
If I pick up the phone there is a strong possibility I may laugh or cry.
If I don’t pick up the phone there is a strong possibility I may laugh or cry.
Just answer the phone.
There is no way to tell what message is on the other end of the line, if I don’t pick up the phone.