I'm not great at fostering friendships.
Or repairing them.
I sat across from someone I care deeply about yesterday and realised that we hadn't had a good connected conversation for months.
She's going away for a month. We promise to send long paragraphs to one another.
With another friend, our plans fell through in January of 2018. We haven't seen each other since.
Friendships drift sometimes. We never know when the last time will be.
There are people who drop into and out of my life without my making it happen.
There are others where I have to make it happen. Instead I keep waiting for them to drop into my life of their own accord.
Sometimes, the proximity that held us together (work, a shared hobby, a regular gathering) ends. Then it is up to us to make it happen.
We're all busy. We all have lives and worries and hopes.
Finding room to share in other peoples' takes perspective and space.
I've found it is worth it.
Good relationships are some of the most important things we can work towards.
And, yet, the actual concrete steps are rarely concrete and they rarely actualise.
I will keep thinking about it.