I have had a cell phone for maybe ten years. Mostly for emergency purposes, out and about, always wanted to make sure my children could reach me.
I am not the kind that rushes to a ringing phone, caller ID was made for folks like me. So in all that time, I never enabled my cell phone voicemail. Energy deposited when you’re not looking, voices creating obligation. More obligation, more. Too much.
Yesterday I set up voicemail. I wondered why I hadn’t. The thought of someone calling back when I am on the move seems novel. Something I would like to try. Some seeming circuit becoming complete. Another mailbox gets a lift.
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