Whirlwinds.

Loneliness.

Oh, how you’ve been a friend to me.

Thankfully, one I’ve seen less and less these last few years.

But you’ve got me perplexed.

How is it we are so far from each other one moment, yet so close another?

I think I’ve found the reason:

We want to be close.

It may be difficult to believe, but I’m truly beginning to think the root of isolation begins within.

 Clearly, we don’t sit around thinking about how much we can’t wait to feel lonely.

We don’t sit around dreaming of feeling isolated and unloved.

However, we certainly tend to believe we’re screw-ups.

That we’re hard to love.

That if we mess up just one more time….

Which is why I’m suggesting, maybe that old adage, “It’s not you, it’s me,” one thousand percent applies to this.

Recently, I’ve been privy to experience love in a new way.

Dozens expressed their love to me through phone calls, messages, comments, and texts when I finally admitted how I felt about my family situation.

It made me realize, though they may also have some fault in the situation, I was the one who kept running so quick, I totally missed what they were trying to offer.

Maybe they weren't offering it the "best" way possible or how I needed it, but at the end of the day, the views I thought they had of me and the views they hold of me are largely different.

Just because someone isn’t always up in your business or checking in on you, doesn’t mean they don’t care.

It also doesn’t mean they do care.

But it’s better to check than simply assume they don’t.

Because sometimes, we get so caught in our own whirlwinds, we forget to stop, and breathe, and remember those who’ve blessed our lives so very much.