When I think about the times in my life where I’ve been the most blue – and the most enlivened – the pattern is pretty clear. While the solitude / introspection space is my nature and source of joy and serenity, when I camp out there too long and don’t also prioritize time with others (teas and happy hours, interactive classes, circles…), I feel it in my brain chemistry. My joy shifts to a subtle ache to see and be seen.
"It doesn't matter whether you have a huge group of friends and go out every weekend or if you're in a "perfect" romantic relationship (as if those exist). It's the quality of the relationships--how much vulnerability and depth..."