“Gratitude is a currency that we can mint for ourselves, and spend without fear of bankruptcy.” Fred De Witt Van Amburgh
A week of Gratitude and Blessings
I am thankful for my friends. Even though I don’t get to spend as much time with them as I’d like to. I am glad to have them in my life. The offer inspiration and encouragement beyond what they realize and I am thankful for that.
When you’re having a rough time of things sometimes you have to pull out the big guns and call for back up. I am blessed to have some very wise and insightful friends. Friends who encourage without effort and who inspire through actions and conversation. It is amazing how the simple act of conversation can fulfill the soul.
It seems like whenever one area of life is going smoothly other area’s of life are a big cluttered heap. While driving home the other day, on the way to the grocery store, I found tears were streaming down my face as I finally dealt with one of the realities of my big cluttered heap.
I flash backed to a time in my early twenties when I was sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store, tears streaming down my face while chattering to a friend who was telling me I need to settle down, put on my big girl panties and keep on keeping on. She was more or less telling me that things would work themselves out eventually. Whenever someone pops into my head like this I feel it is a subconscious happening in my brain telling me I need to reach out to this person, and with this particular friend I was long overdue to reach out to her. We’ve known each other for about 15 years now, but in the chaos of life and me moving and her moving and kids and marriages and more moving we haven’t kept up with each other as much as we should. (And let me just add we are so incredibly stupid for this).
I chatted with her on facebook for a bit and instantly felt better. We then arranged a phone date. I have to say the conversation I had with her was the highlight of my week. It never ceases to amaze me how sharing your feelings with someone instead of keeping them bottled up can take a weight off of your soul and allow you a little breathing room. This friend reminded me of who I used to be and who I still am, and opened my eyes to how maybe I had forgotten a little part of myself that I need to get back. She also reminded me that life can deal you some terrible shit and you have to learn how to deal with it and keep surviving then move past surviving and start living again.
Advice for the weekend. Call someone you miss. There’s a good chance they miss you too.
Some people have spun webs around our heart that are so intricate and complex that the impressions they have inscribed can never be untangled from our essence. These are the people who change our lives. These are the champions of kindness and encouragement, the people who make you smile when it seems like there is no good left in the world. They are the listeners, and the noticers of small blips in our lives or hiccups in our personalities. They are the jokers, and the reinforcers of normal (whatever that may be). These are the people who you find yourself thinking about even after you have not crossed paths with them in such a long time, (and may never again). These are the people that murmured some words in our direction that were so incredibly profound we often find them on replay or shuffle in our minds. These are the people who have helped fashion who we are today, at this very moment. We can never have enough of these people in our lives.
To all of these people from my life, I love you, I miss you and thank you. Thank you. Thank you.