I've been thinking about loneliness.
About how when we rise to face our days, somewhere inside, we convince ourselves that the challenges we face, the decisions before us, the relationships that trouble us, are difficulties that must be limited to just us.
But the more we connect; the more we sit together and share moments is the clear it becomes:
It's just not true that we’re alone in it all.
But when we sit in the noise and stare hardest at the places we feel weakest it's easy for things to look pretty dim.
Maybe the loneliness we feel is an invitation from within to stay open to connection. No matter how hard it gets.
To resist the urge to batten down the hatches and hide out, and instead open up windows and let the crevices we avoid staring into see the light of day. Maybe as we sit together we’ll discover that we can share our wounds just as much as we share our joy.