It's easy to think I'm alone in the world in what I think about and what's happening in my life. Unless I tell my friends. Then I get a little help. No. A lot of help.
In our blogging community, friends are close by. If they have opinions they usually comment. In the case of my health issue, I heard recommendations for everything from getting a second opinion, to going to physical therapy, to getting out of my head. I heard from people who spend too much useless time in their own minds, and from others who "don't pay it no mind." Everyone responded with compassion. Not just for my back issue, but for my dangerous neighborhood. I got a lot of help from my blogging friends.
One evening this week I went to my writers group. We're three to six women who met several years ago in writing classes at a University of Washington extension program. We started out meeting as writers - and some of us still write - but we have become more of a bonded group of friends. In our conversation this week, one of us talked about a recent family trip and a current business challenge. One talked about the recent death of her father-in-law and the role of women in marriages to men who travel extensively. One talked about an upcoming sale of her family home and a move to a condo. We know we can trust each other. That we can talk and others will listen and respond, or just listen. I get a lot of help from my writer friends.
I write this post on my computer, in my house, looking out at my deck and the alder and cedar trees on our property. Physically I am alone, but mentally and emotionally I feel surrounded by friends I've met and friends I haven't yet.
Today I feel connected. I get by with a lot of help from my friends.