Fear
I'm sorry for blocking your call earlier today.
I know it's probably not a big deal and talking about it pure noise.
But it's interesting to me because I'm not sure who made this decision. Was it me or was it my fear?
What fear? In this case, the fear of dis-connecting. Really? Yes.
Best interpretation: sitting right next to my mother, I couldn't, in this moment, imagine to fully be myself. It was a fear of discomfort.
Maybe not good to be ruled by it.