Today I lost a friend. Well kind of. A very dear friend of mine, whom I have had many laughs with and shed some tears with, has decided to move on from her position into something more rewarding for herself. Yes, I am extremely happy for her as this is an opportunity for her to pursue her passion and some real interest but I am sad for me. It isn’t easy for me to let myself go whole heartedly to people, my trust isn’t something that I give away freely but I have let her into my whole life. She knows about my struggles and my triumphs, my passions and my pitfalls. My home and heart is an open book for her and when I go into work tomorrow I will miss seeing that welcoming smile that I know is meant for me. You would think she was my lover, wouldn’t you? In some aspects I guess she was better than that as if I was pissed with my partner she knew and always made me see the other side of the coin.
Without her knowing, our little talks have probably stopped me from doing a lot of harm to myself in the way of over indulging in many nasty, chemically filled portions. I really felt that I had an audience when we spoke about diet and exercise and the mental state of leading a happy healthy life. She encouraged me to go to the gym during my lunch hour when I “just didn’t feel like it” and listened when I would tell her about my shy sphincter and the problems it had
farting in public. How I loved just being able to turn my head and truly be able to have a great friend listening at all times.
The one thing that we both know though, is when to chose our family first and do what is right for them. In the end that is what life is all about. Drowning out the daily shit and living a blissful, happy life.
Until Next Time,
Live From the Inside Out,