I am lucky in that I have a close knit circle of friends that I adore. A majority of my closest friends don’t live in New York; we communicate regularly via text and email, like that. One friend of mine is a Walking Dead fan; we text the morning after, despite the time difference, until we’ve sorted out what the eff Rick is thinking. All of my faraway friends know the minutiae of my life; the beauty of texting makes efficiency and confession a lovely partner. I may not see my friends who live further away, but we are connected. For my friends who live in the same city as I do, however, seeing them is a sporadic venture. It’s hard to stay connected, physically. It’s so much easier to send a bitmoji. And yet, there’s something so dismissive about consistent texting when it is ostensibly easier to make face time. I get it, high powered careers and managing a household doesn’t give you a lot of time to do the things before those parameters entered your life. But. But. But. As we age, we run out of time, quite literally. It has become important to me to at the very least, make the effort. Beyond always answering an email or a text. So I’ve developed a system that keeps me tethered to trying.
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1. The Reach Out: This is along the lines of, “When can I see you?”
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2. The Follow Up: Provided my friend carves out the time, this is the point where I start making plans to see my friend(s).
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3. The Get Down: And…if no one flakes, this is when we finally hang out.
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