You’ve heard us say before how busy we all are.
As we get older, it seems our calendars get bigger and bigger and the windows to “relax” get smaller and smaller. Somehow, at some point in our life – our plates started bridging the tipping point. Most days it seems we’ve bit off more than we can comfortably chew. . . to the point where we can actually hear our parents ask: “were your eyes bigger than your stomach?”
Obviously, Marlene; but that doesn’t change the fact that I have all of these potatoes and nowhere to put them!
When we find ourselves in this full-mouth-state, we immediately start looking for pieces to take out. We take out the non-essentials, the things that we don’t think we need – exercise, sleep, friends. But at the end of the day – those are the things that keep up us going, the things that keep us sane.
Today’s blog post is dedicated to the men and women in our lives that are there because we want them to be: our friends.
If you stop and think about what it means to be a friend, the idea is actually adorable. Out of all of the strangers, in all of the world – you decide to spend your time with some very particular people. We’re not married to them, there’s no legally binding social contract in place that suggests we should spend time together, we just do.
As we get older, the art of finding a friend becomes more and more particular, as does the act of choosing to remain friends. Friends aren’t necessarily, or are no longer, relative to circumstance and have more to do with who we choose versus who life chose for us. And that’s really cool.
We stay friends because it makes our soul feel good, it makes our heart smile, and it makes our face hurt, but in a good way. We stay friends because the power of a perfectly executed inside joke makes us feel special, and being called one of a million derogatory terms under the sun, somehow makes us feel loved in a way that can’t really be articulated. We stay friends because the idea of life without each other is less.