Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
I get confused sometimes.
I’m not referring to walking into a room and forgetting the reason (though that happens all the time to, fo’ real). I don’t mean tossing one of my wife’s sweaters in the dryer when it was supposed to be laid out flat (but again: guilty).
No, my confusion revolves around relationships. Rather, the perception of relationships. Even better, the perception of what it means to build a relationship.
Whether it’s a comment on social media or a quick nod on the church sidewalk or an after-work wave to my neighbor, I often believe that I am building a relationship. Making a friend. Investing in another.
But those things speak more of intersection (in-tər-ˈsek-shən): the act or process of crossing.