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New People

I've said it before in past blogs, but if I had the chance to sit down one on one with each person on the planet and have a conversation with them... well, that's actually my greatest dream!

That's what I call an impossible dream. I'm sure there's someone who

could do the math to see how realistic that would be, calculating how many billions of people there are in the world, and just how much time I would have to spend with them each individually depending on my current life span expectancy, and theirs...

I'm completely fascinated by people and the stories they have to share. I'm also introverted... so, umm... yeah, that doesn't work out very well.

I don't know why the idea of it sounds so appealing. I know I wouldn't want to actually do it. The reality of it is incredibly daunting. I noticed something today though, while at the allergy clinic with my son Nick. A type of interaction that I've actually missed quite a bit since working with my clients at the salon: There was a woman who came in right behind us. Immediately she started chatting with us. We had something in common since we were both there for the same reason so we discussed allergies and asthma, and connected a bit.

The way the clinic works, because this is for my son who gets shots in his arm every week, is we walk in, wait a min or two, get taken back for his shots, he gets poked, he was very brave today, and then we sit around in the waiting room for 30 min to make sure he doesn't have a reaction, then we get to go home. So we all had time to kill.

Usually people just keep to themselves, and the waiting area is very boring, there aren't even any windows and I'm usually dieing to get out of there. It's become a place of familiarity though for me and my little boy. All of the nurses know him by name, know his stories, and like to ask him questions about how he's doing, where's he's been... etc.

Today we talked about Hawaii! Nick did the thing I used to do, and poked me and said quietly "you say it" while he looked down at his feet, his head hidden under the hood of his jacket. I don't blame him, and I'm never going to call him rude. Sometimes he's really social, and sometimes when people poke him in the arm with sharp objects he would rather not be bothered. I get it little buddy. He warmed up though after I started our stories, talking about whales, turtles, and sandy beaches.

The woman who had also gotten her shots was now sitting with her husband waiting, and they were enthralled with our stories of whales going under our boat.

Nick sat down with his sucker and the four of us continued our conversation. The older man was very animated with his stories, and he asked dozens of questions about our travels. Nick responded a bit, and got comfortable enough to show off his cool gaming device. It was FUN! We talked about everything, in the span of only 30 minutes. I really didn't want it to end, and I realized, I don't see people much, if ever really. I am absolutely a shut in. I have a lot of interactions online, and I wonder where this technology is really taking us. My social life is probably 90% Facebook and Instagram. I might seem more social then I really am.

What I loved was the in person interaction.

This is almost starting to feel like a sad post, and maybe it is a little because I'm starting to see that I had so much fun with this interaction because it almost never happens. I don't truly know how to change that. I'm not the kind of person to approach people, but...

Huge but...

This interaction put ideas into my head. That's the part I love the most. Every interaction I have with someone makes me grow, helps me think, and really this whole process of writing my book, well, I haven't really known what I want from it. It's a question I ask myself every day.

The book is a tool for connection. It is something I want to use to bring us together, so I can hear more stories from complete strangers and connect over the things in our lives that have been hard, and share in the pain of what others are feeling. I want to be that listening ear.

The book is a piece of a much larger puzzle that is arranging itself in my head. I'm collecting pieces that I'm not sure where to put right now, but soon there might be something resembling a picture.