So you’ve probably gone on to other things but I’ve continued to puzzle over whether or not to change our phone message. I realized that simply avoiding the issue was not a satisfactory resolution to the dilemma.
What did it mean that I didn’t want to delete the old message? Did I fear that if I erased the message, something more, something deep and precious, would be obliterated too? Was I just avoiding pain the pain of loss? Was I just being a wimp?
And what if I was? Is that wrong?
The way I see it, this is how life works.
One minute you’re sunning yourself on a warm, wooden dock.
The next, you run your bike into a tree.
There’s no need to make it hurt any more than it already does.
So in the end, I took Eliot’s advice and, just for me, kept the message as it is.
Because it made me less sad.