This is a trend now, I guess? So I did one.
I met my younger self for coffee.
She avoided talking about the guy. She didn't want to jinx it, had told herself for so long that she didn't need a man to hide the fear that she wasn't worthy of love.
So I held my tongue, even though I wanted to tell her about the brokenness of two sinners struggling through life, and about the joys of having made that life together.
She reflected back so much spirit and energy for her passions, finding ways to enthusiastically tell me about the ways she was shaping the world she lived in. She had regular columns she was managing in the student newspaper, and students she was TA-ing, ballroom dance classes she was planning.
I saw so much of myself in her. My title as a supervisor playing out in how she fostered the newspaper staff. Saw the way I want to clear the path for people I lead to be greater than me in her desire to tutor her students well.
She didn't ask about politics. Hadn't yet seen herself as part of a greater global story - she was too wrapped up in the slightly selfish nature of youth. So I didn't tell her how woefully inadequate I feel, how helpless, being so aware and yet so clueless.
She was so confident about her faith, so happy with her Bible study team and her church and her community. So I didn't tell her how hard I've found it to be consistently connected to a faith community outside of the structures of youth groups or campus ministries, how I often feel like I'm putting on a false face to blend in to what those communities expect me to be, how wrestling with my evangelical history and clinging to the core of the gospel consumes me at night, in the darkness. Didn't tell her how tricky I find it to raise my son knowing the redemptive love, rather than consuming guilt, yet still stubbornly holding to the cross.
She asked for discipleship because that's what coffee dates with older women had always meant to her.
I laughed and told her that age is just a number, and that those women who she thought of as mentors and teacher figures were just her friends now. But then I paused, because those beautiful friendships have been some of the few places I've felt truly honest. Perhaps I need more of those discipleship relationships again myself.