I don’t usually share personal things online, but something has been on my mind.
A few months ago, I had a disagreement with someone in my family. Nothing dramatic, just a bunch of little things that turned into something bigger.
We stopped talking.
I’ve been carrying that hurt around, almost like a badge, convincing myself that I was right and that was all that mattered.
After spending some time thinking about the idea of shared existence, I started wondering whether being right was more important than restoring a connection.
I called yesterday.
We didn’t solve everything. But we talked. That’s a start.