I go through phases of reading often and reading rarely. I am about to transition into an "often" phase. I know this because I am starting a new book. My husband and I are reading a book together. It is a nice bonding activity that we can do together rather than the lame things other couples do (drink and watch netflix after the kids are in bed). Not that I am judging other couples... but I am.
A few years ago I had a friend who I spent a fair amount of time with. We eventually fell out of contact, but then by a random change we came back together. Shortly thereafter was a sexual encounter.
I am not sure why he popped back into my head, but he did this week. So I tried to reach out to him. It is still Sunday, and the only contact method I can find is a work email address, so I have not expected a reply yet. It would be nice to get back in touch with him, mostly because I think that I would like to know that he is okay, last time I spoke to him he had a lot to figure out.
But, also for me. I would love to know what caused him to resurface in my mind. Hopefully a phone call will satisfy that.
It is amazing to come back to a place that you thought was gone forever. I am so much more of a person now. More experiences, and more wisdom. Perhaps I had outgrown the notion that the whole word cared what I had to say? But tonight I did some reading, of this blog. It was like looking at old photos.
I encourage you, dear void where I imagine there is a reader, to look back at your old writings. You might find some great things.
