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Sometimes realizations float up in conversation, product of a gestalt not possible without others. \u00a0That happened to me tonight at the Woolly regular first Monday meal.<\/p>\n
Gathered at the Woodfire Grill in St. Louis Park, we began to toss around the topic of change. \u00a0Woolly change. \u00a0Some of us express excitement about change; some want to explore change, but do not want to lose what’s still valuable to them<\/p>\n
At some point in the conversation I said, “Well, it’s not true for any of you, but for me, I didn’t go to high school here. \u00a0I don’t have those friends here who knew me when. \u00a0When I face down those final days, you’re those friends for me.”<\/p>\n
Without even realizing what I’d done, I had laid a vulnerable part of me on the table, not a fear exactly, but a concern. \u00a0I don’t want Kate to have all the responsibility. \u00a0Nor do I want to have all of it for her. \u00a0Most of it, sure. \u00a0But not all.<\/p>\n
Here then, was naked need. \u00a0A need for reassurance that these relationships will last. \u00a0Until death do us part. \u00a0That’s the realization. \u00a0I need to know that these guys will be there for me, as I will be for them. \u00a0It’s not often that an unexplored need strikes me, and rarely in public, but it happened tonight.<\/p>\n
Let me quickly say that I don’t doubt these relationships. \u00a0It’s just that I didn’t realize how important, crucial even, they are for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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