This is the time of year where everyone’s head is down and they’re working or doing whatever it is they do without a lot of socializing. I texted with a friend yesterday who says they’ve sequestered themselves while they rebuild. Now, they’re emerging with new things to share after a period of absence.
I feel honored that people share things with me. I’ve always felt that it was a privilege—for someone to feel safe or understood in our friendship. As I reflect on some of my friendships and the dynamics they have, I realize that sometimes people only share the bad times with me. I don’t always get to experience their joy or good news too. They often disappear when things are going well and check-in when things aren’t.
In the end, it’s okay but it’s something I’ve noticed over time. This kind of realization often forces me to view certain friendships in a more therapist, patient kind of way. I’m not really sure what to do with that.
I think I’ll also keep my head down for a while. I’m not sure many people care what I’m up to anyway. . . or at least it doesn’t feel that way at the moment. And that’s alright.