There are two instances that kinda give the same vibes for me. Because of my social anxiety, for a long time, I tended to let people talk over me. When I switched majors, I was joining a brand new program, which meant most of the people there were older and more mature (because they were already almost done with school, but wanting to start over with this amazing new program). I was one of the youngest because this came about after I’d been in university for only one year. And these were MY people. When I’d talk, they would listen to me, fully, with their whole attention, and in the early days it felt… strange. I’d almost have the reflex of trailing off because typically no one listened to me. But they respected me. Now I have that same feeling with the two women who live next door. They’re in their sixties, and my family has struck up a friendship with them because they’re just so kind, open-minded, funny, friendly, and love listening to what I have to say. For authors especially I think that feeling of feeling seen and heard is so important, because that’s what we’re doing by sharing our stories! If we don’t believe we’re worth listening to, how can we sell books? So I’m grateful for these people in my life that showed me so much care, respect, and attention. Funnily enough, it’s almost never blood relatives.