Connections. We all have them. We are connected to family by bloodlines, marriage, and adoption. We are connected to friends through school, community, interests, and lifestyles. We are connected to work, and hobbies, and so many other sectors of community. What about those of us who are the connectors though. If that did not make you tilt your head in query, you might be a connector, like me.
I am forever bringing people together. Some of my favorite moments have been when two of my connections meet and connect on a much deeper level. I love that moment when they realize they are just meant to be together. I am not exclusively discussing romantic connections here. I have had students who meet in class and go on to form sister-like bonds. I have had business or creative acquaintances meet on projects that I have headed and they become the best of allies. It is a beautiful thing.
But what happens to the relationship I had with the individuals on their separate levels? Typically, I end up as the odd man out. On most occasions I do not mind this so much. It is what it is. I did my job in their lives. I served a greater purpose. But what about those connections I felt were deep and meaningful? I am at a loss. I feel a twinge of jealousy as ego rears its head. I feel left out when I see that these people get along so swimmingly. I feel left out when I am no longer invited along.
Recently, I had brunch with a fellow connector. We realized that there needs to be a sort of connectors support network. We do so much for so many others but when they move on, where are we? We enjoyed one another’s company and decided that even if it would be just we two, that would be enough. It is so hard to tell the people we have connected over the years how it hurts us when that connection we perceived comes to an end. We don’t want the real connections to lose strength because of us, but we would like the gentle nod of thanks and maybe to be invited into the fold now and again to experience the fruits of our labors of love.
Stay connected.