“Can you hear me now?”--Verizon
In a day and age where there are myriad devices/tools/ apps/ mediums for communication, ironically people seem to be less “connected” and expressive than ever before.
Funny thing. Some of us spend more time superficially engaging with complete strangers on Facebook and social media platforms than we do with our own families, neighbors, and friends. Hello?
Don’t just take my word for it. The signs are all around us. Look and learn. At dinner, we rarely share stories about the makings of our day around the table as we break bread with loved ones; far too many are glued to their cell phones and electronic devices, (texting, taking selfies, and watching videos gone viral.)
And I’m willing to bet that it has been ages since you’ve actually written or received a personal hand-written letter or phoned someone just to say “hello.” Everybody’s uber “busy” these days.
THE PANDEMIC PAUSE…
The isolation mandated by the pandemic should have served as a wake-up call to us all: real human connection is vital to our mental health and overall well-being. Working in solitude from home, being distanced from family members, and the absence of in-person social activities has taken its toll. According to Mayoclinic.org: “Surveys show a major increase in the number of U.S. adults who report symptoms of stress, anxiety, depression and insomnia during the pandemic, compared with surveys before the pandemic.”
THE BACKSTORY TO TODAY’S STORY…
This topic “spoke” to me recently on the heels of a manic Monday. Exhausted, shortly before 9 p.m. I heard my phone ring. Assuming that it was probably a pesky telemarketer or bill collector, I hesitated to pick it up.
It interrupted my plan for some much needed, long overdue TLC time. My goal was to simply “disconnect” from everything and enjoy some down time; having just hosted a few weekend parties in celebration of Valentine’s Day. Reluctantly, I answered the call.
On the other end was a friendly and familiar voice. It was my homegirl/blogging buddy/writing colleague, Marcie. Her reason for getting in touch? She just wanted to “check up on me.” Imagine that.
We talked for about an hour--about everything and nothing. We laughed. We caught up. By the time we got off the phone, my spirits were lifted. Quite surprisingly, I felt rejuvenated. Not exhausted.
And to Marcie’s credit, it wasn’t the first time. I remember that when my mom passed away, she kept in touch. “Checking on me” regularly, and making a very difficult time a little bit easier to navigate.
We all should have a “Marcie” in our circle.
Despite the fact that she is a busy newlywed, freelance writer, skater, full-time worker, etc. she takes the time to make a difference. And trust me. Little acts of kindness can mean so much.
Her actions speak “volumes” in a world where we’re so out of touch and disconnected.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY...
We could all learn from Marcie. And we should. Reach out and touch someone. While the option is still on the table.
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