Hello Inspirers Have you ever scrolled through your phone contacts, thumb hovering over a name you haven’t seen pop up on your screen in months, maybe even years? It happens to me late at night, usually when I’m feeling a bit nostalgic or just plain quiet. I see the name—let’s call her Sarah—and a wave of conflicting emotions hits me all at once. There’s warmth, sure, remembering the road trips and the inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else. But right on the heels of that warmth comes a cold, sticky layer of guilt. I wonder, “Is it too late?” The time that has passed feels like a physical wall. I start doing the mental math: “I didn't text back on her birthday two years ago,” or “We promised to grab coffee after I moved, and I just never followed up.” The narrative in my head shifts from "I miss my friend" to "I am a terrible friend, and she probably hates me." It’s a paralysis that I think so many of us are living with right now. We are in the middle ...