Some mornings I start off by checking in with facebook. I check in to see who’s doing what, what’s going on with the infertility world and experts. Make sure there’s nothing that I am missing that is important. I check in to hear about my friends. My “real” friends, the one’s that I know up close and personal. The friends that I know only through other friends, the ones that I know professionally, the ones that I have “met” because we have interests in common.
And a growing number of friends that I have reconnected to after many years, decades even. I check in on them too.
This morning I read about kisses and it brought tears to my eyes. It was a private essay so I won’t share it here except to say that it affected me and will reverberate through my day, with my actions. I read about births and deaths, joys and sorrows. I read that there were many people who woke up feeling fresh and wonderful this morning and quite a few who felt that it was impossible that Monday was here again.
I don’t post my status very often. Most often my status is my blog, what I write to you. Most often it is about infertility, sometimes very directly and sometimes not. Always it is about life. I don’t share that often about my feelings, my day, what I am doing or what my plans are. There is a piece of me that feels a little shy about that, not all that sure that everyone is interested or needs to know.
Yet it’s what I find interesting and most often comment on. How someone is feeling. What they are doing. What their plans are. These are the things that really catch my attention and make that person come alive to me.
Very often in Fertile Yoga, especially in the peer support groups, we share about our infertility treatment. Where we are in our fertility cycles, how the blood work is going, giving ourselves injections, when and what the next procedure is. Miraculous to me that we share these things with each other. The details, the overview, all of it. And we share the feelings, absolutely. We may not post it on our status on facebook, but still we share. And it is in the details that our personalities shine through. What are the little things that make us care, that make us unique. Why we pick this and not that. Fascinating, really, to listen to another person. To hear what their experiences are, what has shaped their lives to make them who they are.
Support groups, professionally or peer led offers you insight into others that allow you a mirror to see yourself as well. As always, I am most grateful to those who come and share on Saturdays with me.