Is it just me, or is there something just so soul satisfying to be a part of a collective where you are surrounded by folks who ‘get you’? Who you share interests with? Share our challenges and our wins?
Recently, in a the Crazy Sexy You Facebook Group I am apart of, one of the women posted on a thread, “I feel like something is changing in my life. I feel like I am losing friends, and the ones I have left, I am finding I don’t want to talk about the same old small talk stuff with them anymore. And actually, I am finding our interactions pretty boring. Is this normal and what can I do to make new friends”?
Now, some would say that is harsh right? Who gets bored with their friends?
But this is the thing with change and growth. Stuff that used to crank our tractor or shuffle our iPod just don’t have the same connection to us anymore. It can be like we outgrow our old ways, and with these old ways we outgrow the old connections too.
The folks in this group are awesome supporters. So there was no shortage of replies to help her out. Some people commented that she should join a meet up group, start attending a yoga class, join a gym….some pretty great suggestions poured out.
I never really intended to be the ‘sober one’.
I never ever thought that I would choose to go alcohol free, just as an experiment. As an opportunity to observe myself without it.
I started drinking when I was 15 years old.
Back then, there was this service called “Ring a Drink”. You’d call up, order what you wanted and they would turn up at your door and magically, you would be with booze. Like pizza delivery only alcohol.
Needless to say, that service didn’t last long. Not surprising if they dropped off alcohol to me and my friend at 15 years old! And in case you are curious, it was Midori. And I still shiver up and down my spine when I think of drinking that green juice.
We were at my neighbours house. She had gone to her boyfriends house and said that we could ‘hang’ there for the night. We did more than hang. I can still remember opening the door to the young ‘Midori Man’, making the cash exchange, and closing the door in utter excitement and disbelief we had the juice.
I sent some cards of kindness yesterday, like in my Love Letter Project .
I still do this from time to time when I feel inspired, or bored, or creatively stuck, or just because.
I’m super grateful for the Love Letter Project, for a lot of reasons, but one of the best things that came out if it was one little sentence.
It is a sentence that has helped me navigate some of the darkest times since then. Through the sciatic pain, through the operations Madi underwent, through the recovery of my back surgery.
It’s a sentence that I have come to use, not only in my dark days, but in every day life.
Most mornings now, it is my mediation. My mantra. My contemplation. My asking.
That day when the white pages found it’s way on to our front lawn, after I grumbled and mumbled about it, I got curious. And the more I journey in life, the more I have come to see that it is in our curiosity, life magic occurs.