Thanks for continuing to write and be vulnerable, J. This kind of raw emotion is what makes this blog special.
I turned on the news in my hotel room this morning for the first time in a while, and this is all it took to throw me into a funk. Delta variant, drought, wild fires, inflation, housing prices - the news is littered with negatively.
Whether or not these events are what triggered your feelings, the point is that we’re human and this world, for me, can sometimes feel extremely complex and overwhelming.
Then again, if there was no struggle, I’d be bored stiff. I realized how much the “struggle” is the fuel to my fire. I have a feeling it might be for you too.
You really struck a chord. Your Mom is always kindly advising me to make new friends and to reach out to old friends. She’s so right. Too many men have less and less contact with their old friends as the years go on, and they don’t seem interested in making new friends. And, the number of old friends they can truly “open up” to dwindles. Your poignant piece and your Mom’s kind prompting have inspired me to do as you both suggest.
Thanks for continuing to write and be vulnerable, J. This kind of raw emotion is what makes this blog special.
I turned on the news in my hotel room this morning for the first time in a while, and this is all it took to throw me into a funk. Delta variant, drought, wild fires, inflation, housing prices - the news is littered with negatively.
Whether or not these events are what triggered your feelings, the point is that we’re human and this world, for me, can sometimes feel extremely complex and overwhelming.
Then again, if there was no struggle, I’d be bored stiff. I realized how much the “struggle” is the fuel to my fire. I have a feeling it might be for you too.
You really struck a chord. Your Mom is always kindly advising me to make new friends and to reach out to old friends. She’s so right. Too many men have less and less contact with their old friends as the years go on, and they don’t seem interested in making new friends. And, the number of old friends they can truly “open up” to dwindles. Your poignant piece and your Mom’s kind prompting have inspired me to do as you both suggest.