I feel like sometimes the universe hears you, and responds in kind. I had lamented in yesterday’s post my dislike of meaningless phrases and unhelpful comments. Today, a friend proved to me the power of the right words.
I’m having a bad day. I made the mistake of listening to an NPR segment about the devastating effects of the lockdown on the live music industry, and that just sent me into a tailspin. I had already had one breakdown before I set off on my standing Tuesday afternoon date.
My friend Lilly and I have been doing our socially distanced walks for weeks, and it’s been a good way to get some fresh air and vent our frustrations. And today I vented, because I’m sad, and worried, and angry, and scared. I was blotting tears with my sleeve as we walked.
Her response was simple: it sucks, I don’t know what to tell you because there’s nothing I can do that’s going to make it better, and I can’t even hug you right now, which sucks too, but I love you.
Sometimes the right words don’t try to solve problems, or offer some platitude, or make vague promises of a better future. Sometimes it helps to say, yes, this is not good. And there’s nothing you or I can do. And that all I can do is be your support, to be your friend.
Truth is a comfort. Simplicity is a comfort. Friendship is a comfort.
What things do you take comfort in?
My task today: try a new stretching class online. I’ve been good about running and doing some plyometrics and using exercise bands, but yoga and stretching have kind of gone out the door. (not done…yet! But the night is young…)