What isn't talked about in the blog world, what I see and feel and remind myself about are the missed connections. The desire to connect, the desire to be heard and recognized can be fierce. There are times when there's synchronicity with another through the world wide web and then you meet in real life and it's not there. Or you have your first phone call after months of emailing and commenting and the conversation falls short.
I've been around long enough to know that I'm not alone in having felt this way and I also know that these happenings leave lingering regret that clings to new stories in the most insidious ways.
We are all doing our best to do the best that we can on any given day. I truly believe that and know that there are days, weeks even, when the best that I can do is definitely not a representation of my best self.
And yet, it is what it is. I like to believe that there are lessons to be found in each missed connection once I look past my ego and feelings and into what is right in front of me.
I also believe that it's not over until it's over. Nothing is absolute. A missed connection can turn into a reconnection, a genuine bond strengthened by what has been weathered.
