Talking on the phone has always been something I enjoyed. There is something about the connection, the laughter, reaching out to people and catching up on the big and small events that make up a life.
I remember spending hours on the phone throughout my younger years and into graduate school. I simply spent time talking.
Then I had a child, and phone conversations became more complicated. I stopped talking on the phone as much as home time was family time; hoe time was about relaxing and spending time with my daughter.
However, this isn’t to say that there weren’t conversations! I remember talking on the phone quite often while she was doing something else or, primarily, late at night. I have enjoyed many late night conversations, conversations filled with fun and laughter and catching up on the big and small events of a life. Conversations about emotions and thoughts and ideas and dreams.
I did enjoy those conversations though I have also noted that they have been less frequent of late. It wasn’t that I stopped enjoying the conversation but more that life came into play. The kid stayed up later, events started lasting longer, and I am simply not the spring chicken I once was with the ability to talk until the wee hours of the morning and then wake a few hours later to be mom and professional woman.
With this in mind, I find myself bone tired this morning after spending a few hours on the phone last night talking and laughing and listening and flirting with a man who has the voice that grabs a woman in the center of her being and says “listen!” I haven’t heard a voice like this since… um, yeah, him! It was wonderful. I enjoyed myself 100%. I would do it all over again in without question. And I say that with heavy eye lids and a foggy brain. Even though I am craving a nap already this morning, I can honestly say that it was a fun night.
Last night I remembered the conversations of the past… the laughter, the thoughts exchanged, the simple connection of one person to another through the tones and inflections of voices. Sure, I missed a few hours of sleep, and sure I am in need of a very strong coffee… but it was worth it!