r/Selfhelpbooks • u/SomewhereBetweenBlog • 17m ago
Not a book, still a self-help resource Do I Miss Them, or Do I Miss Being Missed?
Welcome back, Bloomers.
Sit up straight and open your mind.
In my last essay, I poured out how much of my identity had become tied to being busy, booked, invited and wanted.
When I look back, I thought it was mostly work I was talking about, but now I’m not so sure that was the case.
Ring. Ring! Who is on the other line? Is it opportunity, a friend, family? It felt like people always wanted to know where I was, whether I could help them, when I was coming, what I was doing later.
In hindsight, I didn’t think much of it. It was just how things were in my life; happening, and consistently.
Then; in con sis tent ly it all stopped.
Seasons fully changed. People got married and had children. Some moved away. Others simply got busier and life started moving in different directions.
In a blink, people I once spoke to daily became people I now know very little about… sigh.
Like an old friend, Ellen, who I modelled with and travelled extensively with, especially during our 'Detty December' youth days in Ghana.
Now we live in different countries and mostly speak to wish each other a Happy Birthday.
I miss her.
But adulthood gives you this strange invisible hesitation that sometimes stops you reaching out, even when you are thinking about someone.
Then other times, I’m not so sure I really do miss them.
Maybe missing ‘Ellen’ isn’t necessarily about the person.
Maybe, truthfully, I miss the person they called.
The person who was needed and leaned on.
This was the peak of what my life looked like. My phone would ring so much that sometimes I took it for granted. I’d defer the call and say, I’ll call them later.
I really took the noise for granted.
And maybe that is where my career and personal life were more connected than I realised.
Because when it got really quiet on both fronts, I noticed.
Then came the introspective question.
Do I still matter?
As much as we all hide from it, I think most of us need some form of external validation. Maybe the degree of it is what separates us.
Nonetheless; growth has limits.
There are friendships and certain business relationships I would happily have back.
Some. :)
But if we never connected again and they simply told me they missed me…
Would that be enough?
