No one to bolster you up. No one you can help through the mud.
When I travel, I often find myself in beautiful places alone. My first thought is always to call a friend to try to convey the beauty around me. Or take a picture in an attempt to recreate it for them. But they never can truly experience it the way I did. A story is my only hope.
The world has become a lonely place lately. Division, fragmented families. You can see it in the road rage.
The thing that makes it better is knowing I have someone, even if is just one person, who sees me. Truly. As I am. Connected. Shared.
I have found connection in The Marketing Seminar. Also I rediscovered my creative voice in the process of digging deeper. Another one starts in January. I highly recommend it.