Last night I was hanging out with two dear friends. We finally carved out time in our crazy grown up lives to sit and just be together. It was marvelous. We were supposed to watch a movie but instead, we talked, and talked, AND TALKED. During this catching up time, Kat looked at me and said “Annie, you need to write your blog, you haven’t posted in a while and I would actually read it if you actually wrote.” So this one’s for you Kat.
After she said this to me, I explained how I’d been struggling with the fact that there’s something inherently narcissistic about blogging. As much as I have feelings and thoughts and passions, it feels kind of snobbish to assume that other people want to read about my thoughts, and feelings, and passions. I explained that I don’t want to be snobbish and narcissistic. To which she responded, “Isn’t your blog supposed to be about you processing and growing yourself?” And I thought “Damn, she’s right. Why did I stop processing and growing myself? Also, SHE REALLY DOES READ MY BLOG!!”
In the past four or five weeks I’ve been overwhelmed with appreciation for all of my many friends. I’m not talking about that girl I see in the store who was in my high school french class who I exchange niceties with. I’m talking about deep, genuine, true, life-sharing relationships. I am rich in these types of relationships. I’ve been particularly wondering at all of the amazing friendships I have that span oceans and continents. If you had told me 10 years ago that there would be people in South America, Hawaii, Norway, and India who all had pieces of my heart I would have laughed in your face. I would have probably also imagined that my future (current) life must be incredibly glamorous (ha!). I honestly don’t know how I would get by without all of these people. They’ve each walked me through a different parts of my life, and in walking me through it they gave me something beautiful and wonderful that can never be taken away. We shared experiences, we shared tears, they loved me when it was not easy.
The most magical part though, is that when I get the opportunity to put my arms around one of them for the first time in 8 years, we pick up right where we left off. It’s not weird. It’s like those years never happened. And as we spend more time together you see that the years did happen, we both grew and changed, in someways we are not more alike and in some ways we are now more different. But the depth of that friendship triumphs over time and mostly what happens is my soul recognizes a safe place. My soul brightens up and becomes a little lighter because it recognizes the beauty and wonder of these other souls.
So this one’s for all of you, my dear, dear friends. You know who you are. (I started to list everyone but that just got ridiculous). I love you and I hope you take a little time today to celebrate yourself because you deserve it and you have a beautiful soul.
PS- Eddie, if you’re reading this and we still haven’t Skyped, shame on you. Don’t be a punk, message me back, also I love you. Okaygreat!