It’s been a minute since I’ve written; I went to
Pennsylvania to visit my family and then immediately jumped right back into
work and coaching and I haven’t had time to sit down and write the way I like
to write. I tried a few times, but
I struggled with it so much, that I almost didn’t write anything about my trip
at all. And then I realized why I
was having such a hard time. I
tend to see little tiny things in very big meaningful ways. When I’m grateful, it’s usually a small
moment that made me think big.
Being home only a few times a year, makes going home a big thing. Meeting my niece for the first time is
big thing. Playing tennis with my
brother for the first time since I was in the 8th grade is a big
thing. I dont know how to express
gratitude for just one big thing without breaking it down into a million little
things, all of which could be their own entry into my grateful blog.
It’s making me unable to write. And I need to write.
So in order to get the ball rolling again, I decided to skip that one
for minute and write about
something else.
Again, tonight, I was in the company of someone I completely
adore. This time, it was my oldest
and dearest friend. I had a very
long, draining week. For whatever
reason, by the time I got home from teaching Saturday school and running
errands, the very thought of having my friend over and engaging socially was
too much; I was all prepared to
tell her that I was too tired and worn out to have company. I actually did tell her that, but she
very quickly replied, “Im coming.
You can’t back out. Love
you”
I’m grateful for people who know me well enough to know what
I need before I do, even when it goes against what I think I need. At 4 or 34, I am so lucky to have a friend who I can say
anything to, do anything with, and be anything I want to be and she’ll love me for it. Not love me despite it. And she’ll wear the flowery barrettes so that I don’t
have to wear them.
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