Below, I’ve linked to a blog I posted earlier this summer—a post in which I got caught red-handed in a people-pleasing loop by a friend that turned out to be my own hands suffocating me. Everything in the world feels so fractured, polarized, fragile, and honest-to-God scary and I can’t help but think a piece of that is our collective tendency to recluse from/suppress/distract from what we’re really experiencing; whether that’s pain, humiliation, rejection, PTSD, regret, grief, fear, or whatever it is that’s got your shoulders tensed up all the way to your ears (try to relax them down as you read this sentence).
Maybe don’t infinitely doom scroll today. Maybe turn off your notifications. Maybe go stick your feet in the water, feed some ducks, write a letter to someone, or just say “no” to whatever it is you’re dreading, and lay down to rest, instead.
Maybe let someone in who’s genuinely showing up for you.
Or maybe reach out to that person you’ve noticed has disappeared for a while. Ask if they’re okay. Extend a hand.
Every day, every moment, we have the chance to make a world of difference to someone, even if that world is tiny and won’t reveal itself until much, much farther down the road. It’s the whole spaghetti theory thing: that we’re all connected in some way and when we tug on one noodle, it shifts every single other one in the bowl.
Buncha spaghetti noodles, all of us.
Much love to all y’all.