In an increasingly polarized and alienating world, I take pride in my ability to find common ground with almost anyone. My friends joke that I’m psychic—that I pick up on people’s emotions and inner lives with uncanny accuracy—but I think it’s just a result of deep listening and genuine curiosity. Ask people about themselves and really listen. Ask them follow-up questions. Find out what makes their hearts sing and what keeps them up at night. You’d be surprised how much you can relate to, even in those who seem fundamentally different from you. The human experience is universal, and at the end of the day, we only have each other.
That when we see old friends reunited outside of an airport, we get it.
We get that we are all in this together, this gorgeous, scary, magical thing called life that keeps on happening, keeps on going.
That no matter what, some characters come back to meet us, and we are forever changed.
And it is just like that, worldwide.
And when we are little we know so little of it. And the older we get, the less it becomes known; what this is all about. But we are in it, together.
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
