Over the last 2 weeks I’ve had multiple discussions with friends I made in my early 30s that we’re all struggling to make meaningful deep connections with new friends. Three of us sat on a 2.5 hr conversation with multiple bouts of tears reminiscing on our friendship over the last decade. We now live on different continents and provinces many thousands of miles apart. On reflection I think we were mourning our friendship and what they used to be. Yearning for the past and wishing it could be in the now. Those special friendships don’t come often.
This episode is so timely. It struck a chord I’ve really been feeling lately. Feeling the space of old friendships that have faded into the past (for all reasons). The space/longing to connect with others who are on the spiritual path. The sadness of letting select people know I’m struggling but not receiving support. Not having healthy family connections. Not wanting to dwell, accepting what is, but feeling the weight.
This episode is so timely. It struck a chord I’ve really been feeling lately. Feeling the space of old friendships that have faded into the past (for all reasons). The space/longing to connect with others who are on the spiritual path. The sadness of letting select people know I’m struggling but not receiving support. Not having healthy family connections. Not wanting to dwell, accepting what is, but feeling the weight.