Reconnected with connection

There’s something to be said about the vulnerability that comes from sharing a morning breath chat over a fresh french-pressed coffee. Or navigating a kitchen with far too many cooks.

I think of how many of my most treasured memories have been made this way. Family dinners with my co-workers, a sprawling Costa Rican feast with classmates, watching the steam rise from a mug through the filtered morning light, trying out a new recipe on some (trusting) girlfriends.

Create more environments that prompt the conversations that draw us in. Experiences that invite us in for a dive rather than cautiously wading on the surface. As a 20-something post-grad navigating a world of forging relationships outside the classroom, these connections can be sparse, but absolutely crucial.

I chose to cultivate more intimacy. The closeness in the small moments while sharing a bottle of good wine at a hand-me-down kitchen table. In the 2am living room conversations born out of reminiscing about the past and dreaming up a future. Tuning in to my people. Finding similarities with new people. Showing up for unshielded glimpses into the mind across the table where the true roots of connection are nourished.

Thank you Rachel and Brett for reminding me of the wholesomeness of these experiences.

Breakfast on a Boston morning

(Originally posted on Instagram, Deceber 5, 2018)