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As another year turns, we feel it again—the push to “do better”. You know:
Lose weight. Get in shape. Earn more. Save more. Get organized. Declutter. Fix what’s broken. Get a life! By January, it’s everywhere—the familiar rhetoric of self-improvement. And sure, I get it. Habits can be tracked. Goals can be measured. Closets can be decluttered. But here’s the thing: what actually shapes our lives rarely shows up on a spreadsheet. Last week, my husband was telling me something important. And I…wasn’t really there. My body was, but my attention had drifted somewhere between the peanut butter jar and whether we were out of olive oil. I only realized it when I blurted, “Wait, what?” …and I completely realized I’d missed the heart of what he was saying. Yes, this is me! The one who teaches and writes about empathy and presence. And there I was, nodding at the right moments while mentally composing my grocery list. Oops! Presence Over Perfection If we pause long enough, another kind of work comes into view--quieter, less measurable, and far more demanding. In our relationships, it’s the work that actually matters: Empathy. Presence. Curiosity. Empathy asks something simple:
It’s selfless work. We can’t control what someone else feels or does—but we can show up. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when we’d rather be thinking about something else. During the holidays, I saw this pattern play out several times. A friend was talking about a tough family decision. Halfway through, I interrupted: “Oh, that reminds me of when I…” and launched into my own story. By the time I finished, she had gone quiet. The moment had passed. Another friend shared some exciting news about a long-awaited promotion. My first thought? “Wow, does that mean longer hours away from your family?” Her face fell. She hadn’t asked for analysis—she just wanted someone to be genuinely excited with her. And of course, my husband provides daily practice. While he speaks, I mentally calculate what else I have to do that day, nodding in all the right places while my brain runs in a different room. I call this multitasking. He calls it not listening.🫢Being a relationship educator doesn’t mean I’ve mastered empathy; it just means I get to notice how often I miss it. My dog, by the way, is better at this than I am. She notices everything. When I’m sad, she sits on my feet. When I’m anxious, she leans against my leg. She doesn’t try to fix it. She just shows up. Ever notice “dog” is “god” spelled backward? I think they’re far more evolved than we are. 🙂 These moments are humbling reminders for us all: even those of us who teach empathy slip into distraction, comparison, or problem-solving. And that’s because presence isn’t automatic; it’s a choice, repeated endlessly, one small act at a time. This work exposes our patterns:
It’s uncomfortable because it asks us to feel what someone else is feeling. Easier to offer solutions than sit with sadness. Easier to scroll than hold space. Easier to interrupt with our story than stay curious about theirs. The work of empathy doesn’t come with progress bars or achievement badges. It accumulates quietly, in small, often invisible ways:
This kind of attention takes courage. Not the courage of goal-setting or self-optimization. The courage to stay present. To bear witness without trying to solve it. To risk discomfort. To choose connection over convenience. And when we get it right—when we really listen, make space, stay—people remember. Not because we did something grand, but because we made them feel seen rather than tolerated, loved rather than managed. So maybe the question at the start of a new year isn’t how to become better—but how to be more present.
This work is quiet, humble and often invisible. And yet, it is what sustains intimacy over time. It’s also what I often get wrong…which is oddly comforting. It means I’m still learning…practice makes perfect, right?☺️ Empathy isn’t a trait; it’s a practice. Attention and care are skills we can cultivate, strengthen, and choose daily. This is the curriculum of love—not romance, not sentiment—but the steady commitment to showing up for each other. And it can happen at any age, in any relationship, at any time. Even when you’ve just blown it. Especially then. So, where can you pause today? Or listen a little longer? Honour someone else’s story? Or just be present for the lives that intersect your own? I’ll be over here, trying to remember what my husband just said. Putting the grocery list away for ten minutes. And practicing presence, one baby step at a time.😉 How will you practice presence this week? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Happy 2026!
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