The first time I ever experienced butterflies in the pit of my stomach, I immediately went out and bought an Alka-Seltzer. Even for people who possess a stronger knowing of their hearts (or guts), one of the most basic human dilemmas is the question of how we justify our feelings to ourselves. Regardless of how overwhelming-never mind physical-they can be, to sit with and be moved by our emotions is uncomfortable business.
It happened again the other day. A friend of mine who keeps reaching out to tell me how busy she is, but would love to get together, sent me the same text she's been sending for the past six months. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't getting to me. While I understand life gets in the way, and people get busy, I also know something else: We make time for the things that are important to us.
