I’m glad you are here to celebrate!
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Interestingly enough, I’m surprised by this post. A few lines in and I wondered if I was actually writing toward celebration. I wrote a little more and wondered if anyone would even want to read these words. I kept going and wondered where this was coming from? Why am writing about these memories? This isn’t the kind of thing I planned to write or even typically write. Why are the words stacking up like this? Am I anywhere near celebration?
A few more lines and I wrote “and belonged everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.” And just like that — a slip, slap, loop — I was reminded of a Maya Angelou quote that I read in Brene Brown’s new book.
You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.
I realized I’m writing like Brene. I didn’t set out to write like Brene. I didn’t even want to write like Brene. But the words were stacking up and I decided to keep going…and push toward celebration. It may or may not be worth the read.
It was worth the writing, though. I’m reminded that sometimes the most important stories are the ones we don’t even know we are carrying around with us. I’m reminded that what we read matters to how we write. And, most importantly, I’m reminded that a writing habit is the most important thing about being a writer.
I’ve struggled with friendship. Do we all struggle with friendship sometimes? It’s not easy and we can feed ourselves a lie that it’s not essential.
Plus it’s hard.
Being friendly is not the same as being friends.
I’m good at being friendly.
Friendship…well, that’s another story.
My whole life I’ve been really good at having friends for a season. Then something shifts and we take different paths. It started in third grade. My best friend decided to get a new best friend.
In 5th grade the bestest friend a kid could want moved into my class. We were a solid pair…until she moved away in seventh grade.
I was friends with my cheer squad in 8th grade, but didn’t make the cut in high school. They stopped being my friends.
I made new friends in high school, they were from the other middle school in our district. We had a lot of fun. One of my high school friends was my roommate our freshman year in college. She missed her boyfriend and went home. The rest of us went to different colleges. It was like different planets.
College brought more solid friends for the road. And graduation led to goodbyes. A new job and new friends. Then I became an instructional coach for the district and belonged everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.
We adopted kids from hard places. I didn’t have energy to chop fresh vegetables for dinner, let alone keep a friend. I had some super friends. They didn’t last through the first year after adopting the girls. I gave up on the idea of friendship, deciding I wasn’t a very good friend.
My most consistent friends were the ones who shared their stories each week during Slice of Life. They were splattered around the globe. My writing group formed. We told stories and laughed, and I realized not all women are terrible at friendship.
I wish I knew when, but I don’t really remember dates, and I wish I knew how, but life was overwhelming, being a new momma to four — three of them from hard corners of the foster system — but somehow I became friends with Becca and at the same time with Jasmine. They were from two different spheres of my life.
For awhile I wondered when our paths would diverge. It always happens with the greatest of friends. We walk closely and then our paths curve away from one another. Rarely is it because of a fault or an argument or a mishap. We simply turn different directions quietly and kindly.
Last week I opened up that kind of happy mail that arrives in the box at the end of my driveway. I found a card…
|If this were the 50s, I’d bring you so many casseroles.
And I realized everyone has roads that are kinds of crazy twists and turns. The greatest of friends will have roads that turn away from one another. When that happens, friendship is about shouting across the distance and holding tight when it gets impossible.
Friendship can seem impossible — but the truth is the best life is impossible without friendship. It is essential to a well-lived life. Throw yourself into being a friend and hold on when it gets impossible.
And maybe, just maybe, make a casserole.