The Ways We Meet Each Other

There’s a piece of writing I’ve always loved: people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

A reason. It’s to meet a need. To hold out a hand when you’re stumbling, to share a resource, to offer the right word at the right time. Those moments change you, even if they’re brief.

A season. I love to fall in love with people. Sometimes friendships are like a holiday romance — they arrive with spark and intensity, they sweep you into joy or laughter, and then they pass. It doesn’t make them any less real. Some people are only meant to walk with us for a stretch of the road.

And then there are the lifetimes. These are the friendships where you can disappear into your own process, chase a love story, get lost in your own world — and there are never hard feelings. You pick up the phone after six months, and it’s like you never left. The current is always there. You know they’ve got your back, and you’ve got theirs, no matter the distance.

I’m grateful beyond measure for my incredible group of friends. They blow me away with their talent, their hearts, and their capacity to create. I carry these people with me, whether they were a reason, a season, or they’ve become my lifetimes.

It matters to let people know you love them, that they mean something, to honour the friendship, whether it was for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. May this note serve as a reminder to love fiercely, to name your love, to be the kind of friend you wish to be.