Over the past few days, several conversations have caused me to pause. For the life of me, the shelf life of those moments expired as quickly as they came. What did remain was the value and quality of those conversations.
I honestly believe that people have removed the premium from positive conversations. Real conversations. Not texting, but talking. This is a day and age where it is not uncommon to have an entire conversation with people and forget the sound of their voice entirely. We have resorted to shortening words, removing punctuation, and reducing emotional responses to emojis. I am not saying that is a bad thing, because I am certainly in that number, but what happens when you need to hear someone’s voice? What happens to the relief you receive when you don’t have to worry, when the timber and mellow tone of someone’s voice puts your very soul at ease? Where is the butterfly feeling you get when a certain someone puts in actual effort to select you from their favorites (insert my wiishful thinking) and waits for you to answer…merely to say they were thinking about you?
There is an art to conversation. There is a science to learning people. There is ALWAYS something new to learn about people you know (and an entire world of “get to know’ for stranger). There is always something to teach. We teach others how to love us, handle us, communicate with us, and respond to us. While technology makes short hand and written communication instant, I am old school when it comes to phones.
Tap into the past today. Call someone and say something nice.
Ivy Out
Andonnia's Truth 