coffee, truth and safe people

this week was emotionally overwhelming for no apparent reason.
nothing bad or weird happened.
the weather was nice.

but my heart was overwhelmed.
I was wanting one answer to the 17-open tabs in my head.
I was spinning through the same circle of confusion, guilt, and sadness.

So I texted a friend.
A dear, sweet, funny, real mentor.
I sat on her porch and we sipped coffee and ate avocado toast.

I don't really know what I said.
or where I started,
or if the words even fit together.

Yet she listened.
She let time pass before responding.
And she spoke truth.

She proved herself to be safe once again.


And I left not fixed,
but encouraged to seek truth in all the open tabs.
And it felt so, so good to share whatever silly story I told.


So now I sit here thinking about you.
I worry that you don't have safe people to share coffee and tears.
I remember we are not meant to process life alone.

So I encourage you:
find a person or two.
A dear, sweet, funny mentor.
Sip coffee and tell the stories of your heart.
And understand the truth: WE ARE NOT MEANT TO PROCESS LIFE ALONE