The Power of “Me, too”

A few months ago a friend mentioned that I might not glean from Rachel’s writing as much as a hard, type-A personality might. I tend to find myself somewhere in-between, hanging in the balance of high-strung and not strung enough.

So, when I received Rachel’s new book, Hands Free Life, in the mail, I was a little nervous.

What I did know is that I’ve spent time in Rachel’s home over the past few months. I’ve witnessed her kindness toward myself, toward my friends and my boys, and those things go beyond a personality type.

The reality is, anyone with a cell phone should read this book.

Anyone trying to love someone else better (especially their children or partner) should read this book.

It’s full of practical mantras, words about surrendering control and letting go, about believing in the power of connection.

But it’s also full of stories. And they’re the kind of stories that leave me crying out ME, TOO! as I scribble and underline on the pages.

I’ve looked at my phone when I should’ve been listening.

I’ve rushed when I could have calmed.

I’ve missed experiences, simply because I was selfish, forgetful that I was in a moment of sacred connection.

This isn’t about a personality type.

Rachel has filled a book with words that remind me of my humanity.

The power of “me, too” is that we remember we’re not alone.

And if we’re not alone, this whole journey is so much more possible than we thought it was.

Hallelujah that we are never alone in our learning and reaching and connecting.

Hallelujah for the power of “me, too.”