Sometimes I wonder if what I post will be too much. Am I exposing too much of myself? Being too vulnerable? Sometimes it feels like a lot of things I write and post should be kept hidden in a journal that only I get to read. Then I just think – f it – this is my blog, and I can do what I want :)
I got a text from a friend today that I haven’t heard from in months. Someone I used to talk to almost every day growing up, then somewhere along the road of life, we stopped communicating.
I often talk about paying attention to the now and being present, and just before I read the text a song on the radio was playing that reminded me of this person.
Hello, sign.
Life is funny. Everything happens for a reason, and some people just come back into (or leave) your life at just the right time. This reconnection in a sense gave me a bolt of energy yet all of a sudden, I felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. I wanted to do all of the things we used to do together, at that very moment. I wanted to be in the same room. I wanted to have a face-to-face conversation. Recreating similar experiences is what I want to do and this gives me energy, motivation rather, to make all of this possible again.
This makes me think why we ever stopped talking. It also reminds me of if you’re ever thinking about someone you haven’t spoke to or seen in a while – to send them a message, or call them – let them know you miss them and are thinking of them. You never know what they could be going through, and just hearing from you could make their entire day.