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a confession
Dec. 11th, 2008 08:53 amI have a confession to make....
I am in love.
I am in love with my friends. When I look back over the last 8 years, I've had so much craziness directly and indirectly in my life and all around me even when I felt all alone my friends have been there. Some I hold close and in confidence, some are around like air, present but unseen... others come and go as we both need. But they have all seen me through. It still amazes me that whenever I turn around I find new people with new and unique stories to share, that choose to hook their ship to mine and sail along for a while. Here in the last few years I joined a flotilla of these metaphorical ships and some come and go but as the years have passed I find myself lashed fast to a group of people that won't let me or any one who showes their worth sink.
My friends keep me standing tall, they shelter me from the storm, they cry with me and laugh twice as hard... If I were a writer I could go on and on about how much I care and how much each of you means to me in your own way... but I think I'll settle for this post.
The older I get the more I'm convinced that the only thing as important as improving yourself is connecting with people, finding the right ones to band together with and enjoy the ride.
I am in love.
I am in love with my friends. When I look back over the last 8 years, I've had so much craziness directly and indirectly in my life and all around me even when I felt all alone my friends have been there. Some I hold close and in confidence, some are around like air, present but unseen... others come and go as we both need. But they have all seen me through. It still amazes me that whenever I turn around I find new people with new and unique stories to share, that choose to hook their ship to mine and sail along for a while. Here in the last few years I joined a flotilla of these metaphorical ships and some come and go but as the years have passed I find myself lashed fast to a group of people that won't let me or any one who showes their worth sink.
My friends keep me standing tall, they shelter me from the storm, they cry with me and laugh twice as hard... If I were a writer I could go on and on about how much I care and how much each of you means to me in your own way... but I think I'll settle for this post.
The older I get the more I'm convinced that the only thing as important as improving yourself is connecting with people, finding the right ones to band together with and enjoy the ride.
