I'm here to talk about plopping.

I saw a tweet this week (below) about things we're missing 🙋‍♀️ and now I can't stop thinking about how much I miss plopping.

WFH is hard and also awesome. I love being able to sit outside. I love the quick access to all the snacks. I love wearing running shorts and slippers all day.

But THERE IS NO PLOPPING.

I miss plopping so much.

And here's the thing about plopping.

It's spontaneous connection.

In my last role, there were these comfy black chairs in the front waiting area of our office and every day around 3:00 I'd come out of my office and plop in those chairs and bother my colleagues.

I was tired of being alone. I needed afternoon coffee and conversation.

I needed connection.

And during those plop-sessions?

Sometimes I'd get the MOST done. Sometimes as a team we'd get the most done. We'd process what needed to happen next. Or we'd talk about the best concerts we've ever been to and our favorite kind of candy.

Either way, it mattered. We were together.

Spontaneous connection.

✨

Today I was thinking about how in the last year I hadn't gotten to do ANY PLOPPING.

I cried about it.

But then I thought about the walks I've gone on consistently, every single week, with my friend.

The first walk we went on was on March 14, 2020. The very very very start of the pandemic. We plopped on a piece of tapestry. Since then, we've walked and plopped and talked every week, processing every stage of the pandemic, politics, people, pasta, feelings and books.

Then I also thought about the FaceTiming with friends that are far from me physically. We've propped up our phones and plopped. We've connected. Again and again. Because we've needed to laugh.

Texts. Letters. Calls. Chalk messages.

It's all a different version of plopping.

SO.

Maybe I am still plopping. It's just not in black chairs, in dress pants, with the people I'm used to plopping with.

big big love

xo A

PS

(say/type the word plopping enough and it starts to feel VERY FUNNY and fun.)