We all have it.
Mine is devastation. It pops up when it’s most unexpected. Devastation is between grief and terror… squeezes a tiny drop of tear in my eye, no matter where I am, who I am with, when it hits.
It comes up often when I compliment someone.
The other day I sent out an email. I ended with a sentence: “I love working with you.”
Most people just ignored it as social grease.
Two people cried.
One person was pierced by it… dumbfounded why.