The Voicemail Experiment

I spent some time on my phone this morning, catching up with my sisters. I’m an avid iPhone user, but I hadn’t even noticed the many, many messages piled up in my voicemail inbox.

I started going through them, one by one, to delete them. I've made it through three of five months of message history so far.

There are the typical messages – the vet, the groomer, the doctor’s office, automated reminders, - business calls. Those didn’t stand out. Delete, delete, delete.

Then there were the other messages. From my family. My friends.

On and on, they start:

“Hi Sweetie”

“Hey baby”

“Hi Sister” (from THREE different people!)

 “Yo Daughter”

“Hey Dude”

“It’s me”

“Hi Love”

“Hey cuz”

“What’s up babe?”

“Honey!!!”

It’s just a repeated cycle of loving voices. And you can hear the phases of my life, like seasons in a year…. Three or four messages saying “I wanted to check on you” and “I’m so sorry you’re sick” ....there were so many messages from loved ones during the week of Grammy’s passing, some drew a tear to my eye.... There are fun messages - my Mom trying to rap, a friend asking to get together, or my sister asking why the heck I left a cigarette in her purse the night before…. Snippets of my life, played out.

Man, I need to do this more often. I feel very loved.

Try it. If you ever wonder who loves you (or even if you don't!), check your inbox. It's all right there.

Xo,

N.