Sometimes I feel lucky. Now, I’m not talking about four-leaf clover lucky. I’m talking about the I have these people in my life lucky. It’s kind of amazing.
In fact, I feel sorry when I forget…
It’s the little things. I’ll always have a friend to take me to (or pick me up from) the airport. I can pretty easily find someone for a walk. A coffee. A smile. A RANT!
(Although, in fairness, you’d enjoy my rants too :P).
I have people who will help me move.
I do believe that this may be the true test of friendship– will you box my shit and do it with a smile? And, will you do it– simply because you like me?
What we can do we must. This is a must do for real friendship.
Moving, baking, crying, loving– these are the things that make real friendships. Not ‘winging’ at a bar.
(Although, from time to time that’s fun too!)
Still, I had to learn this deeper friendship code. I learned it in negation and need. I first had to fake it by being the ‘party’ girl (who actually felt utterly alone as she snaked into the bathroom to pour out her drinks) until the party stopped.
Sometimes, when a door closes, breezes of love flutter through.
Move them 🙂
To: A. A. C. G. K. L. M. S. Z. and the plus ones :P! — Thank you for being a friend.
I am SO lucky.