Support Can Be Beautiful. Or How Facebook Reminds Me I Am Not Alone.
Support can be beautiful. Those of us of a certain age will remember the commercial from in the late 1970s for Playtex bras with that tag line. As an adolescent, I focused on the hope of an emerging bust line that might one day need a sturdy support garment (…never really happened, but that is a story for another day…). Now, I hear that phrase in my head, perhaps from watching entirely too much TV growing up, but also from becoming ever-aware of, ever-reliant on my interconnectedness with humanity.
Don’t get me wrong. I am confident enough to stand alone, to be alone, to enjoy alone-ness. But when I use my limited time to see the smile of the baby of a friend from long ago on a screen held in my hand, and click an icon to send some love, I get a reinforcement that binds me a little closer to my past, weaving it into my present and girding me for the future.
And that might be a little dramatic, but I think you get it. We are connected. I am grateful. You reciprocate when you can. And my firing synapses give charge to the energy between us one more time.
Yes, support can be beautiful.