We were already stressed out.
Then we tried to gather together and have The Conversation.
Now we’re exhausted after being on edge for weeks. Dreading the next time we’ll be eating and talking with people we love yet simultaneously disagree with.
Such joy. The passive aggressive conversations. The full-on arguments. That one loved one who knows everything about all the things and just can’t seem to listen for .5-seconds.
The tension of it all is too much.
But the real frustration is leaving people we hold close, but rarely see, feeling more wiped out than when we arrived. It hurts, and it’s sends many of us reeling.
It’s not because there’s something wrong with us. It’s not because we're weak. Or because we literally need to cut ourselves off from everyone we know.
We’re reeling because we aren’t actually having conversations. We’re having combat.
Conversation is sacred.
Conversation is the moment two souls open up like flowers in the warmth of the sun, under the damp of the rain, and greet each other. Start to see each other. Be with each other. Hear each other. Conversation is not combat. It is not comparison. It is not conflict used to make another person feel small.
It starts with you seeing me, me seeing you, and us seeing each other as human.
So much of what we call conversation is really just a bunch of words strung together to prove a point.
True conversation starts with genuine connection.