My Phonebooth

Your own phonebooth? Really? And just what do you think you're talking about?

Well, I'm talking about that place I wander off to when I'm not concerned with the outside world. It's a lovely little phonebooth, residing in AnnieWorld, occupied by just me. Some people would see this as daydreaming, but it's more than that. It really is me losing all connection with the outside world. It's like a safe little bubble that nothing can enter, unless I allow it to.

To me, this is the best place to be. Nothing bad happens there. I'm also convinced that all of the memories that I lost are floating around in there. (I have the honest to goodness worst memory ever! It ranges from convenient that I can't remember to feeling terrible that I can't remember.) It is my happy place that can go with me everywhere. And I usually don't even know I've been there til I've left! It's funny that way.

In my little phonebooth, I am one with the universe. I know who I am and what I am when I have unlimited access to AnnieWorld.

Every day, I wake up in the phonebooth state of mind. I have a clear head; I know exactly what I'm going to do that day, and exactly how I will react in any situation. This feeling of ecstatic control fades quickly. So fast that I can hardly remember what it really feels like even though it happens every day. Because as soon as I know I have it all together for the day, the phone calls start. Or my kids happen. Or my husband has a different idea on what today should be. Or it could just be my own fault. I have a way of doing, saying, thinking or being that can throw life out of whack in a mere second.

When I fall asleep at night, which doesn't happen well or often, I am consoled by the thought that AnnieWorld will be there waiting. My phonebooth shall greet me with open doors.

I'll have to admit that I haven't been to my phonebooth lately. I know! Not be in the place where you feel so safe and calm!? It's not by choice, promise. Life has been intruding in a very unpleasant way here lately, and my thoughts won't leave me alone long enough for me to run inside to run inside.

But this isn't about all the intrusions. Those are for another day.

This is just giving my phonebooth a little shout-out, which is LONG overdue.


Thanks phonebooth, for being a place of seclusion and joy! And though I might not feel your safety and care tonight, I'll rest easily knowing you gave me a Forest for times you aren't there.



Oh! I almost forgot to tell you my favorite thing about my phonebooth!
Crazy checks itself at the door!