I forget, sometimes, the importance of reaching out to others. Especially these days, when so often I sit in my little corner-of-the-bedroom studio with my head down and my fingers on the keyboard for hours at a time.
I forget that connecting with others nurtures my spirit. It feeds my soul.
Lately, though, I’m being reminded. In both beautiful and painful ways. In lunch with a fellow designer, a phone call with a dear friend and a chain of emails.
Tonight I especially seek connection, as I heard the saddest news today and I was so busy working on a deadline that it didn’t hit me until now. A high school student I know was killed yesterday. Fatally shot by a gang member. He was 15 years old. Fifteen years young.
Are there even words to follow that? If there are, I can’t find them right now.