Today I sat across the table from a dear friend, one I hadn’t seen in a good long while. We caught up on life together over steaming paninis and bubbly, ice cold soda and then something really hit me.
While we each talked about our new endeavors, belly laughed over things we were excited about, and confided over our recent struggles, I realized how deeply necessary it is for us to experience connection. The kind of thing that makes you know you’re not alone in all this. The kind of thing that helps you find rest. At one point Sarah said, “I’m so glad we did this. There hasn’t been anyone for me to talk with like this.” And I knew exactly what she meant. Deep in my bones, that lack of connection was an all too familiar feeling. There hadn’t been anyone there who could just hear her for what she was feeling. Empathize with her fears, and anticipate what was to come. Those are needs, not wants, just like we need a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. But we seem to overlook them. When I think of all the times I’ve felt the most alive, it’s when I’ve had significant connection with the ones I hold closest to me. It’s after I have that 4 hour long coffee date with my best friend, or taken an out-of-the-blue phone call from my sister out of town. Or when I’m overwhelmed with comfort by the minute-long bear hug from my mom when I visit home. Those connections are what keep my blood pumping. Don’t let the busyness of life, the mundane of your 40 hour work week, or 17 credit hour school load keep you from indulging in sweet connection with the ones you need most. Shoot a text. Make a call. Whatever, just make the connection. It’s good for the soul.