Writing has been harder for me in the last six months or so. Through this fascinating shift in how I synthesize, integrate and expel information, I feel profoundly less connected to actual words and infinitely more connected to the feeling of energies. I can feel things more than I can say/express things, it seems. If I could communicate solely through interpretive dance to music from the early 2000’s, that’d probably work like gangbusters, actually. Actually…it ain’t a bad idea.
In my desire to connect more consistently with my community and to write more (because I genuinely do love writing), I took to the newly super popular Instagram Questions to ask people what they’d want me to write about in this space. No one gives a shit when I tell them to "ask me anything". Usually my friends just respond with explicit inquiries they already know the answer to that include eggplant emojis. Eye roll. But also - high five guys.
Much to my total excitement, people responded with really, really thoughtful prompts. The ONE “BS” response I got from a friend of mine is actually something I could totally spin. Hot Air Balloons. Stay tuned for that sexy metaphor. Every single one of them resonated with something I’ve reflected on in some capacity as of late. So, I’ll write about them all. But today, I’ll start with one by a friend I’ve never actually met named Elliot Slin, but that I look forward to soul-to-soul conversations with in person when Nature decides its time for me to go to Vancouver.
His request was this (obv the title of this post gave it away already but pretend you didn’t already know): Uncomfortable Conversations.