Saturday, July 30, 2011

Reconnecting with friends

Last night I had the chance to meet an old high school friend, who I hadn’t seen in more than 25 years, at a local jazz club. It was such a pleasure to talk to him again, to hear about all the wonderful and amazing things he’s done in his life and to talk to someone who “knew me when…” To revisit memories, a lot of which I’d forgotten, had me blushing and laughing while shaking my head and wracking my brain.

I had that feeling that we sometimes get when we get a glimpse of what it would be like to be a child again. It’s the feeling of freedom and complete joy; to go to a place where the only problem was whether I had a boyfriend or not and if my mom would let me go out with friends. It’s a moment of true love – where there’s no judgment on your life and no expectations. It’s a freedom of just being. That’s what reconnecting with good, real friends has meant to me.

image I’ve been wondering why my path has been crossing with these people from my past. Not just any old folks, but people that I dearly and truly care about it. Those that I thought about often. There’s a lesson in this reconnection and although I haven’t figured it out yet, I am so willing and waiting to learn what it is. The girl in me wants my true love to be somewhere along this path, the writer in me wants my real inspiration to be sparked and the slow projects to pick up a true speed to completion, the woman in me wants there to be some dreams realized and some relief had, and then there is just me – the person – who only yearns to enjoy the moment and take one day at a time.

All of this has me rethinking my life and motivation. How some people have managed to push themselves to places and through situations to a real level of respectable success. In my humble opinion… And I’m so proud of them. I’m proud of their accomplishments, successes and to be able to know such a diverse and talented group of people. Their presence and lives are inspiring me, their smiles fuel me, their stories entertain me and their very essence supports me; unknowingly holding me up.

Can reconnection touch someone so deeply? Is it really that serious? It doesn’t have to be and it can be, but it’s all how you look at the experiences in your life. I have no expectations from these reconnections and whether they are for a season or a reason I am so ecstatic to have experienced them.

Tell me, what does reconnection mean to you?