CRICKET CRICKET

I love social media when it is used with positive intent. I only have a Facebook account, but it really does wonders for me, especially when it comes to living far away from family. The photos, the story sharing, and the constant connecting that makes it all feel as if i am not that far away anymore.

I even cherish all the little moments that can be captured along the journey of life. For example, I have had countless adventures out in the world where you just truly connect with someone. I've danced with a girl on a train into NYC, had a photo op with a teen on a ferry ride, slid down Sliding Rock with a fellow nature lover, and even took a hike with a father & daughter up in the mountains of Asheville. For me, I never have to flashback to a memory that mattered and think, "what ever happened to that person?" Because they are right here, continuing to cross paths with me thru our Facebook pages. What a lovely concept. Like, a permanent childhood pen-pal.

This week, I recently reached out to someone who, without realizing it, played an important role in my current existence. We don't chat directly, so it was a bold and courageous move on my behalf to send such an open-hearted letter to her messenger. I took a social "risk" by allowing myself to be authentic and vulnerable. I adored her chosen life path and find inspiration inside of it. My intent was to compliment. I often see the world from only the view of my eyes, possibly a flaw? I think, how touching it would be to receive a complement from a stranger. Imagine, if how I lived my life, inspired another. That would truly be something.

I was shocked and taken back to realize my "extending of the Olive branch" was read and dismissed without a reply. Life has us all so busy and everyone's speed of hustle differs, but even the slightest acknowledgment or "thank you" could have went a long way. Twice I reached out, and twice...cricket cricket. Read and rejected.

Okay, so let's explore. The "rejection" is actually my ego. Because, of course, I am socially mortified and embarrassed to have shared a piece of my soul only to be ignored. Ouch. ((((insert blushed red face here))) But, would I jump inside Doc's Delorean time machine and not reach out to another human? Never. Because that is me. 100% authentic me. Always welcoming a bond with another being. Sometimes it is received well. Sometimes it is not. This is a perfect opportunity to remind myself of what I spend a lot of time preaching to others...."don't own other people's junk." If your intent is pure, jut be you. Some people will love you, some will not. And at the end of the day, nether really matter.

The most important relationship we have, is the one with ourselves.