Good morning from Vashon Island. I am in the state of Washington. . It’s a moody, foggy fall day. The trees are changing and it is glorious here. I’m visiting with a childhood friend. I’m so glad I made it here because en route, I was traveling through Oregon and doing a lot of driving, she sent me a message and gave me permission to change my mind which always feels good, right? But I thought to myself, no, I really want to make the effort to have this time with my childhood friend. We’ve seen each other maybe three times over the last 30 years. Within hours of being together, she started sharing memories that I’ve long forgotten. We have so much to talk about and there’s this familiarity and comfort level, which is really cool.

What’s on my mind is something that I’ve been thinking about over the last few days It’s the dance that I’m entertaining between this longing to be alone and the desire for connection and to engage with other people. A couple of days ago, I woke up in this spot that I had dreamed about for so long. I was in a little motel perched right on the beach in a place called Banton, Oregon. It was truly everything that I had been imagining. I had a commitment to spend the night at a friend’s house that night and really all I wanted to do was to stay put.

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