Contact

It's good to keep in touch with people. That usually hasn't been a strong point of mine in the past, but it's yet another thing I'm working on. Last night I met with some folks I hadn't sat down and really spoken to in over a year. It was amazing.

I always worry about keeping in touch with others. Sometimes they don't want you to talk to them. Sometimes they're just as shy about it. But I've never regretted the times I have reached out to people I haven't spoken to in a while. Especially this group. Whenever we're together, I get such a happy rush of memories. It's very comforting to see that they have stayed stable when others have fractured. It makes me want to reach out more, but as usual, I worry.

There are so many figures from my life that I have loved. Some I've kept, some are misplaced, some are lost. I wonder how it is that people ended up in those places for me. Did I change? Did they? Did we both? As I reassess who I am and where I'm going, I've been thinking about who I consider to be closest to me. And if I claim they are close to me, why the heck don't I talk to them more often? I mean, I know we're all big boys and girls now with jobs and bills and lives, but we had some special times. We had connections that helped me grow to where I am now, and I'm so grateful to them. But that's a weird way to start a conversation, isn't it? "Hi, it's me. I know you haven't heard from me in a while, but you've helped make me who I am and I love you for it." 

Maybe I'm still too shy. But at least I'm working on it.

RG