I rang back before my imagination made it bigger

Dear Delyara, Unknown number, missed call, one voicemail icon — my mind can turn those tiny things into a full private weather system if I leave them too long. By the time I call back, I have usually already imagined six possibilities and lived through five of them emotionally. This time I called back straight away. It was ordinary. Not dramatic, not bad, not a life event. Ordinary. And because I acted early, it stayed that way. Fear did not get all afternoon to decorate it into something worse than reality. That matters in my life. A lot.