|My kinda phone booth.|
So I've set a goal for myself and I think sharing it with readers might help me achieve it. My goal is to make at least one phone call a day for 30 days.
A little background...
If I could, I would text or email everything that needs communicating. Or, my real preference, talk face-to-face. I wish I never had to use a phone again. I hate talking on the phone.
I've tried to figure out why and I think it comes down to 4 things.
Ever since my first child was born, the act of placing a phone to my ear magically transforms the phone into a magnet. A magnet for interruption (1). It seems no matter how completely BONKERS I go on my kids when they interrupt, things haven't improved much in the last 15 years. I can't stand being interrupted by my own kids, but I also really don't like to be on the phone with someone when their kids or their spouse interrupt them (2). I think it's rude, but not everyone agrees
Then there's the cell phone factor. There is the tiniest little delay on a cell call that seems to be the cause of the awkward, stumbling quality they have (3). I feel like a cell call is sort of like a 4-way traffic stop, with the constant "You go," "No, you go," and then you both go at the same time, and all parties offer an ungraceful chuckle, and then you do the whole routine again.
Finally, I think I may be going a little deaf (4). I've always had a preference for listening to music very loud. What others might consider ear-drum-shattering loud. Like every other thing we do in our youth that returns in our 40s to bite us in the ass, I fear my years of headbanging have made me what you might call "hard of hearing." Just as the sharp edges of my vision have softened, so has my ability to hear the whole range of sounds. Damn you, middle age!
So here I go. My first phone call will be to the financial advisor whose number has been on my to-do list literally since April.
I'll be back tomorrow so stay tuned!
Photo: Know No Phone by Justin Marty.