Lessons in Connectivity
I love being open.
I love being the type of person who lays it on the table and says…here it is, love me or leave me, but this is who I am. There are times of course when I apologize for aspects of myself that I fine to be… well… overwhelming or when I’m fearful of being misjudged. But its always there. Ms. teenybooks, as she is, in all her myriad beauty and ugliness.
I enjoy connecting with people. Finding the common ground. Exploring things. Figuring out new bways to think of things, to understand things. To see everyone’s point of view.
I had, in Texas, a friend who was a 40+ year old republican and I loved her deeply. I miss her still. Yeah, there were somethings about her that I couldn’t understand or ideologies that I believed to be ignorant or things we disagreed or argued about. But mostly I enjoyed finding that two people who were so different, an older republican white woman with two children and a divorce under her belt and a young single liberal black woman could find this beautiful common ground and build a friendship. I still sometimes wonder where she is or how she’s doing since we lost contact.
Life is nothing but the little minute things we see in one another. The small things we find beauty in from day to day. Without that, I’m not sure I could see the meaning in it all. I want to touch people, but not so that I can change them or the world, but so that I can understand myself and maybe life, just a little bit more fully.
I want to know and find something to love in everyone.
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