I did call my best friend recently when I woke up with a migraine, and no medicine. In the past, I would have suffered alone… Or somehow dragged myself to the store.
Instead, I reached out for help… And like always, she dropped everything for me. What I would find out later, is that she had been in bed crying herself because her husband of 20+ years had given her divorce papers.
She needed me too. She brought me medicine, and food… Came over and made a pot of coffee… We shared it, talked, and cried… And had probably the best conversation of our friendship ( 15+ years )
I think that was a good lesson for both of us.
In the last few weeks, I have reached out to talk to people… In the past I would’ve avoided this. I used to flatly refuse to talk on the phone… But now I’m trying to reach out when I need people… contact….. Unfortunately, people aren’t always available… Especially when several of my closest friends live in different time zones.
But, we make time for each other when we can. And every time, it reminds me that somebody cares for me. It reminds me that I am loved.
And it reminds me, that to have a friend… You have to be a friend. I’m not a great friend. I’m not thoughtful. I don’t send cute gifts and cards… I may pass through a store and see something that makes me think of someone, buy it… And then it sits on my dresser for three months.
I don’t make a lot of plans with people… I work too much, and I’m introverted… I need time alone to recharge just from the job.
So, although I do get invited to things… I rarely go. Honestly, I wonder why people still invite me.
Anyway, this was not meant to be a self-critical post…
I guess if anything, I am acknowledging that I am lonely. That although I have started making changes in my life, I have more to make…
I’m not sure where else to start…. so I figured as with everything else, you start at the basics…. you start with love.
Thank you to all the people that love me ❤