Today was a day of connections.
I sat down and finally wrote to my grandmother, which I’ve been planning to do for months.
I wrote to a penpal whom I left hanging 2 whole years ago.
I got in touch with people I love and people I think I would love if I actually got to know them.
I had conversations with strangers on blogposts and Twitter. I followed new interesting people on Instagram.
And I realize… it’s not that hard. Connecting with people is not nearly as hard as I keep thinking it is. All I have to do is reach out, speak up (or write down).
This is what makes me happy: connecting with others. It’s my responsibility. If I want to make connections, if I want friends… then I have to do something about it. It’s easier to do nothing. But no one is going to chase me down (especially when I’m an invisible introvert). If I don’t put myself out there, no one is going to find me.
If I want friends, then I need to be a friend. So that’s what I’m doing.
This is one of the things I would like to build in this master builder year of 2018: I want to build connections and relationships. I’d say I’m off to a good start.