Maybe I’m just coming out of depression or caterpillar who sees the end of the world before they become a butterfly. But I remember when I would talk to people without reserve. I was spontaneous, confident, and loving. There’s just this perspective of doing things right i keep getting stuck on. Like if I say the right thing or wrong thing, what does it matter? It’s all the same thing.

I know a girl who used to tell me after she would hang out with friends for the weekend she would need to be alone in her art studio to recharge and she invited me to go in there one afternoon for a beer. It was really an art studio not some hipster shit you would find on social media. It was pretty amazing to look into her life through those eyes.

What happened? I go to work and try these routines for talking to everyone I meet and I realized I don’t know jack shit about communicating. It makes me humble yet I know where it goes. It’s just the beginning. So I set the weight down. Does it ever get easier?