🎶 Take a Look at Me Now

A Daydreaming Soundtrack

I've almost always got a song in my head. If we're talking and I get a dazed look in my eye, it's probably a lyric.

Last week I was making a giant lunchtime salad and thought about someone from my past who swore by the miracle of dumping your leftovers in a mixing bowl, drowning them in dressing, and calling it lunch. They were right, by the way.

Standing there with my fork, I had the urge to text them: Hey — you taught me this and YOU WERE RIGHT.

But I paused. And asked myself what I actually wanted. Affirmation? Reconnection?

Not really.

I just wanted to behold what their presence in my life gave me — and let that be enough.

There's a word for this: integration. Throughout our lives we meet people and have experiences — some wonderful, some painful, most a mix of both. When we feel that pang to reach out, or catch ourselves smiling at an old memory, it's a sign we're healing. Moving forward in a way that doesn't waste a scrap of what's been given to us.

Instead of reaching for my phone, I hummed a Phil Collins power ballad over my salad.

Take a look at me now...

What's a moment of integration you've experienced recently?

It is a privilege to make this way with you.

— Elaine

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