It’s Sunday, and it’s cold and wet, and already I’ve had one soaking whilst walking the dogs – but now I’m home and showered, and thinking about the week just past.
I met a friend I hadn’t seen for years yesterday, and we spent a couple of hours just walking about the promenade, and drinking tea. It was one of those weird meetings really, when you find that over the years, you’ve changed – and they’ve changed. I sat and watched as she uncomfortably snapped in half the wooden stirrers that came with the tea.
“What’s the problem?” I said, “Why are you so nervous?”.
“I was worried that we couldn’t connect any more” she said
Later, we both relax, and then the flow of chatter doesn’t stop. Turns out that we haven’t changed that much really – we just didn’t know quite how to get started again. Once into the flow, and it was like we hadn’t been apart.
In a couple of weeks time I’m doing two talks over three days, and they’ll be ‘in person’. I’m not sure that I haven’t forgotten how to do it. Pretty sure I’ll muddle through though, very much like meeting that friend we haven’t seen for a long time.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek as we parted, with promises to ‘do this again very soon’…… I really hope we do.