This week my phone rang–an odd thing these days, if not from an increasingly small group of family members and work colleagues in a crisis. It was my Aunt, the email-hating, Internet-eschewing technophobe.
My first reaction, awfully, was that something was wrong. I get a phone call from a family member and I hold my breath and my chest tightens, and I wait to read the tone of the “hello” on the other end of the phone. And yet, it turns out no one died, no one was in the hospital, nothing was wrong.
She was simply wishing me a happy holiday. The old school way.
Right away I thought, I have to do this more.
Last night I sent or answered about 10 Happy New Year texts after midnight, far outweighing the one phone call we made to Nate, who was stuck at his restaurant job, tending to the very needy revelers of New York’s East Village. I thought he’d want to hear the girls’ voices, even if at that very moment, he couldn’t hear a thing.
In this day and age, we email. We text. We forward e-cards. We write on Facebook walls. We send DMs and Gmail chats. We even send holiday cards, if we get around to it in time (ahem). I love them all for all kinds of reasons.
Reason number one for sending ecards: pictures like this. Thanks Anna.
But you know, not one of these high-techy 21st century options replaces the retro thrill of hearing the sound of that voice from the long-lost friend or the distant relative; or the college roommate who you’ve been swearing to get in touch with for the last four years only the time keeps flying and the calendar keeps changing over and you feel like oof, now I’ll need more than ten minutes and I don’t have the time but I’ll get to it later maybe next weekend, or wait, I’m busy then…but how about…wham. Four years.
Four years and you still miss the sound of her voice terribly.
Old-fashioned phone calls: New Year’s Resolution #1.
Do it now. Pick a person. You don’t even have to brush your hair. Just say hi, and Happy New Year, then resume your regular life. Only it won’t feel so regular. It will feel…richer. Happier.
Thanks, Aunt Marsha. I’m paying it forward.
Happy 2013 everyone.