Skip to main content

Missing You

Every time I hear this song...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y2icHOgC5U&ob=av2e... I end up thinking about someone.  It isn't always the same person.  It has been people that have passed away, like my one set of grandparents. There have been times it has been people I just no longer keep in contact with or a friendship that has fallen a part.  Oddly enough, most of the time it is about people that are still in my life: friends that are away at school, family members I don't spend enough time with, and even the people I see every week.

It is the people that are very much a part of my life every day/week that I often miss the most.  It perplexes me honestly.  How does that make any sense at all? They say you don't know what you have until it's gone- so shouldn't I miss those that are no longer a part of my life more than those that still are??
Maybe it just simply comes down to how much you love someone-family, friends, and partners.  The harder you love someone, the harder you miss someone.  Makes sense really.  Why should you miss someone that is no longer apart of your life more than someone still in your life that you love more than you ever could have loved them? Missing someone is the absence of having them around (obviously). If you see someone multiple times a week, the times you don't see them will cause you to miss them (you become used to their presence and long for it).

Speculation is always fun.  Rarely is it productive.  Missing someone and why we miss them is something I don't feel quite ready to fully explore.  I want to delve more into it but doing that means delving further into my emotions, and frankly, that isn't something I often do willingly. Despite knowing it is better for me to be open and honest (as I tell others), I struggle to find the confidence to do it myself. But that's for another day, another post. Wishing all of you the best and hoping you all find someone worth missing.

xoxo
S.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It's all about perspective

I found myself earlier reflecting on yesterday - was it a bad day, or was it a good day? I don't usually label my days as bad or good, to be clear, but yesterday wasn't a regular day. Niagara Falls, Ontario The short of it: I had an anxiety attack, in the rain, in downtown London, on the way to an event with my partner who had yet to witness an attack. The works - tears, hyperventilation, nervous energy and jitters. But to truly elaborate the perspective bit, there is a longer story to it.  I think it's important to add context, to shape why it was a matter of a bad day vs good day. So here we go.
Post a Comment
Read more

Consistently Inconsistent

 I've certainly proven that I'm unable to regularly journal or blog. That I'm pulled to write when things are bad or awry or beyond my control, but rarely in a time where I feel joy, happiness or am at peace with things. We all know I'm here, journaling again, because I'm in my head. Feeling. Reflecting. Likely overthinking. As to be expected - consistently inconsistent.  I've been pushing myself for months now. Focusing on doing more, achieving more, earning more, finding more....always more . And I am so t i r e d. Somewhere along the way of trying to redefine myself and achieve goals I had set for myself, I lost sight of why I was doing things. What was motivating me. Why I set these goals. 
Post a Comment
Read more

Vulnerability

For the past few days, perhaps even a week now, I have been tossing and turning many ideas through my head of what to blog about.  I even was able to get a draft going on the value of actions vs words, but it just doesn't feel finished yet. I finally came up with a concept. Vulnerability. I know most of us know what vulnerability is, or what it means to be vulnerable, but in case anyone is looking for clarification, Webster's dictionary defines vulnerable as "capable of being physically or emotionally wounded; open to attack or damage." So many of us spend our lives running from being vulnerable, from trying to protect ourselves because we simply don't want to be hurt.  I'm not talking just about relationships here, but everything.  Some of us don't like to have pets, because eventually a bond is created and that makes us open to pain, especially knowing that odds are we will outlive our pets.  It also pertains to careers- many of us stay inside the ...
Post a Comment
Read more