A woman I recently met was talking about how hard she finds some women, how they gossip, how they backstab, how they manipulate.
I could not help but tell her I don’t have any of that in my life. (if I do, I am 100% oblivious to it. So same thing)
I vaguely remember a bit of this, and know some women are capable of it but it plays no part in my current life.
It seems writing has turned me inside out to the world. I have only one side now. My difficulty and joy are available to be known and that has made others share with me. There is no more room for superficiality. Everyone who comes my way is real now. Where are those other people? I have no ability to BS anymore, so somehow no one gives it to me anymore.
Age has also made me aware of people’s goodness. Being aware of it ensures that I expect it. Expecting it ensures that they give it.
Being extremely busy means I don’t have time to gossip or be ‘little’ anymore. If you don’t play golf, golfers avoid you. If you don’t gossip, same thing.
I have a sixth sense now for good people and have so many of them in my life.
My family is overflowing with exceptionally good people. My children are outrageously good people. My friends are the same. The people I work with, also.
Goodness. It can’t be a coincidence.
The next time you are feeling no connection with the outside world, open up. It does a bit of a magic.