I hope you didn’t mind the email I sent you last week. We all get unwanted mail, and I try to make a point of not sending you things too frequently, or pictures of cats, which is probably worse.
Fact is, every once in awhile I run across a news piece, or a blog article, or a website, or a podcast, and I think of you. But I know you’re a very busy person, and I try to restrict my recommendations to things I think you will genuinely appreciate.
Full disclosure: There are a lot of people with whom I had contact with and involvement with at earlier points in life whom I no longer have that same type of engagement. Yes, I suppose that I have people in my life now who are part of this current season of life, but there’s nothing like people who knew you ‘when’ who you can be honest with, and who can give you a different perspective on life.
Twitter and Facebook and blogging provide context for many of those types of contact, but truth be told, I am as fragile and vulnerable as everyone else — maybe more so — and I have issues with rejection. I think I need affirmation simply because I don’t get a whole lot of it. I want to believe our time together mattered to you as much as it did me.
So that’s why I send you the occasional email forward, or link, or rhetorical question. I think I just want a reminder that those places we went, those tasks we shared, those moments that are part of our common history are real.
Your response means a lot. I know you’ve had many more people in your life than I have had in mine, but if you ever want to send me an article or ask my opinion on something, I would be honored.
Your friend (I hope),