💛 Why I Don’t Reach Out, Even When I Want To
We don’t talk much about this part.
The moment when the day slows down and you’re still holding your phone, but there’s no one you’re sure to text.
You scroll. You pause. You open a thread and close it again.
Not because you don’t want connection.
But because you don’t know how to reach for it without making it feel heavier than it needs to be.
You’re not busy the way you used to be. Not rushing from one thing to the next. And somehow, that’s when it shows up.
The wanting.
It tends to surface in the quieter pockets. Sundays. Evenings. The in-between moments when nothing is demanding your attention and there’s room to notice what’s missing.
A lot of us are carrying this quietly.
We want closeness, but not the kind that feels like another responsibility.
We want to be known without having to catch someone up on who we’ve become.
We want softness that doesn’t require us to be impressive or “on.”
And still, when the moment comes to reach for it, we hesitate.
Have you noticed that?
How reaching out can feel heavier than it used to.
How initiating feels awkward now, like you missed a step somewhere.
How you can miss people you haven’t fallen out with, just drifted from.
I’m in this too.
I want connection, and I find myself stalled at the edge of it. Drafting messages I don’t send. Telling myself it’s too late in the day, too random, too much. Convincing myself I’ll try another time.
Sometimes it’s easier to care for people than to ask them to care for me.
And sometimes I worry that if I stop being useful, I’ll disappear.
That’s uncomfortable to name.
But it’s true.
When I was younger, connection felt built in. Sundays were full by default. You showed up and people were there. Conversation happened around you. You didn’t have to orchestrate closeness. It met you where you were.
Now, it takes intention. And intention can feel vulnerable.
Some Sundays, the quiet feels like relief.
Other Sundays, it feels like absence.
I’m learning that softness isn’t just about rest. It’s about risk. About letting yourself want something before you know how to get there. About acknowledging that community doesn’t always arrive just because you’re finally ready for it.
And there’s no clean answer for that.
So maybe this week isn’t about fixing the distance or figuring out the right way to reach across it.
Maybe it’s just about noticing where you pause.
Where you hesitate.
What you wish felt easier than it does right now.
🕯️ The Becoming Line
Wanting doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you’re still here.
I don’t have a resolution for this one.
Just the sense that something honest is being held between us.
We can sit with this a little longer.


I needed this!!! Thanks Marie❣️
I appreciate this more than you know. You’ve put into words what I’ve been experiencing as I’m growing and noticing what I need and want has changed. It is most definitely an uncomfortable place, but necessary to navigate.