I’m going to share with you something I’ve learned in my 37 plus years on this earth. Something that I didn’t fully comprehend until recently.
You need to show up. Show up for the people you love and care about. Show up in big ways, but also small ways.
I feel ashamed of how I acted in this regard in my 20s. I thought people didn’t care of I was there or not. I was depressed and tired, though not nearly as much as I have been in the past 2 years.
It may be an inconvenience for you to make the time and effort. The person will probably say oh it’s alright, I understand. Though if that person is anything like me they feel a little sad that you didn’t show up for them.
Showing up doesn’t mean you have to go to every single event or even say yes to every invite, but it is making a concerted effort to be a part of someone’s life. Invite them to coffee/ tea the following week if you cannot make it to their cookie party because your child cannot sleep without you. It’s texting your friend. It’s texting your mother-in-law. It’s a hand written note to you Best friend (which I need to do! And soon). It’s sending Christmas cards. It’s inviting people to Thanksgiving dinner.
Showing up is hard. Especially if you have anxiety. Self doubt is a bitch. Comparing your life to others is self defeating. Show up without any expectations that people will show up for you. Though in my experience when you show up, others show up for you.
Also show up for yourself. Do things that fill your cup or bucket or whatever you like. For me showing up for myself is joining hike it baby and making new friends in Bend while exploring the beauty of the outdoors.