I miss tight hugs from people who understand me.
I miss being surrounded by people that I feel comfortable with, people that I can truly exhale and relax around.
I miss feeling excited about getting together.
I miss the warmth that fills a room.
I even miss being with people who I don’t agree with, who challenge me.
And yet, I still feel scared to fully engage in community. I still feel exhausted, overdrawn, and spread too thin. I’m still tender. I’d rather stay snuggled on the couch, reading a book, close to my husband. It feels safer there.
But the fact that I miss it, long for it; that gives me hope. And with that hope, I’ll move forward.