Our book club started as a way for the four of us to stay connected after college but over two years it's become this space where we're all performing intellectual sophistication instead of actually discussing what moves us. I miss the real conversations we used to have but don't know how to get back there.
More people experience this than they realize.
The desire to maintain connection creates pressure to perform a version of relationship that actually prevents genuine intimacy.
“Where Are You with Art as learning — creative intelligence?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.