This month I am reminded that I have very loving friends and family. Someone really dear to me once told me if I could find a guy who loves me as much as my friends love me, I’ll be set. Seriously, I have a handful of friends who color my world and honestly just want me happy and safe. I noticed in the last 7 to 10 years, whenever life got shitty, I found myself the most grateful because out of the woodwork, these gems would creep out and just do their best to hold my hand through the pain, medicate me with whatever means they deemed necessary, be it nights out drinking, movie watching, or flowers and then try to guide me to a path away from whatever was causing me unhappiness. I say try to guide because many times I don’t listen. I ignore their bird’s eye view (sometimes downright defiantly) and I choose a path they highly discouraged. Even then, they never leave me. They just clench my hand and brace themselves with me.
I guess, I’m reminded that I’m seriously very blessed and lucky. I hope they know that I’m there for them too.
