Two incredible friends said yes to each other today, promising to marry and build a life together, and I’m overflowing with joy for them.
Being part of their celebration feels both special and sacred. I’m reminded of the rich beauty and abundant joy that comes from truly sharing life with friends—not just the convenient moments, but the profound ones that mark the passage of time.
We’re each on our own paths, experiencing life in ways unique to each of us. Yet watching their engagement unfold has transported me back more than a decade to my own. I can still feel the butterflies that flooded through me when I realised what was happening during my proposal. I remember the breathless excitement of sharing the news, of watching people light up with happiness for us.
And now we get to witness them step into this chapter together, to hold space for their growing love.
I think the profundity of this moment resonates so deeply because I’ve been wrapped up in my own narrative for far too long. I’ve been coping alone, processing life’s ups and downs in silence, convinced that my struggles were mine to bear privately.
But witnessing their joy has reminded me that’s not how life is meant to be lived. We’re not designed to experience this world in isolation. We’re meant to show up for the monumental life moments, to sit with each other when things fall apart, to be beautifully awkward together, and to laugh until we cry after a few drinks.
When we isolate ourselves, we inflict more damage on our own spirits than we could ever cause the relationships we abandon. We sabotage our health and well-being for something we believe will protect us. It’s a lie, and it’s a trap.
Being invested in other people’s happiness is a gift—one we should never take for granted. Because in celebrating their joy, we remember our own capacity for it. In witnessing their love, we’re reminded that connection isn’t a luxury; it’s the very fabric that holds our lives together.
Their engagement isn’t just their beginning. It’s a reminder that we all deserve to be seen, celebrated, and held by the people who love us. That we’re allowed to step out of our own narratives long enough to be part of someone else’s story.
And in doing so, we might just find our way back to ourselves.
