An elaboration on my previous birthday post, sort of…..
Funny what a butterfly effect one statement, link or idea can have. I ran across an article written by a nurse about the regrets of her dying patients ( here )and it really stuck with me. I found myself telling everyone I spoke with about it, including my good friend Naomi on our road trip to Syracuse a couple weeks back. She wrote a pretty little blog post about it on the Free People blog here about one of the biggest regrets of the dying….not staying in touch.
I am horrible at staying in touch. Terrible. I make a thousand and one excuses for myself…I’m slammed at work, I can barely get things done around the house, I only really keep in touch with my mom and maintaining a long-distance relationship kills any desire I have to be on the phone longer than I have to be. But I miss my old friends, terribly. And even though when we’re all together it’s like nothing’s changed that’s just not good enough for me anymore: I want to be a part of their lives and I want them to be a part of mine. Catching up once every few months feels like a cop out. So, here goes 23…let’s take the old highschool yearbook “KIT’s” a little more seriously.
