A few months ago I made a commitment to myself that I would write a blog every weekday and I’ve kept it. I’m glad of that. It is a good exercise for me to make myself write something that can be critiqued each day. It pushes me to do a better job and has begun to teach me to look for stories in everything I do throughout the day. I need discipline in my life and believe we all do and there is a real value in accountability. The blog has produced accountability and discipline for me.
Tonight though, I’m writing this at 12:30 instead of 8:30 because I slipped out “for a few minutes” to take something I had to a friend who needed it. I had not planned on being long. I was just going to pop in, say hello and then leave but friendship won the match between all the stuff I had to do and the need I have to feel human for a little while.
True friends are the ones who can tell you the truth about yourself but leave you feeling like your self is better when they are done telling you the truth. They don’t always tell you what you want to hear but they always tell you what you need to hear. Friends know how to take the blubbering bundle of battered beliefs, put them in a package of love and give it back to you in a way that fills your heart and makes you believe you are not a waste of air and time.
And so the blog is short but my heart is full and even if it is just for a moment, I have been allowed to be who I am and not be ashamed of that. Thanks to my friend.