That’s what I need to do, even though it’s hard, and it hurts.
Emotionally. Tugs at my heartstrings it does, not daring to go visit my mother who has a birthday coming up towards the end of the week.
Instead of heading over to her for the weekend, I’ve organized a Zoom-party for us all to get together. Better than nothing, but definitely not as fun as it would be to celebrate in person. That’s one of the major insights I’ve gotten from the Corona-pandemic. How human beings – and most notably me – are very physical beings. We are social creatures, craving physical touch.
I miss hugs.
I miss touching people, on the arm, hand, back, leg, in conversation, in gentle banter, as a way to reinforce my message.
I miss high-five:ing people.
It’s never been more apparent to me, than right now.
I am a social creature, craving physical touch.