I had this horrible dream the other night.
In a chance encounter with an old friend, I asked her where our relationship had fell apart. Why had we not kept in contact over the years?
Her answer: my hair. She was afraid my haircut would look bad in her pictures.
Yes, it was a little strange. Yet for whatever reason, I couldn't go back to sleep once my angry response to her woke me from my slumber.
It got me to thinking about all the close friendships I've had over the years. Those kind of friends you label as "forever." And yet, very few of them are.
Things happen. Moves happen. College happens. Marriage happens. Babies happen. And somewhere in the process, those relationships I thought I could never live without, have fizzled by the wayside.
At first it seems a little sad. Then I remember all the wonderful things I've gained along the way. New places to call home. Love. Motherhood. Wisdom. And even new friends.
Should old aquaintance be forgot? Absolutely not. They are part of who I am, and I will forever relish my memories with them. I will smile when I look over old pictures with them, and I will celebrate when I learn of the new exciting things happening in their life.
But neither should they be mourned. They've changed, and I've changed. There's nothing wrong with that.
Life is to be lived looking forward, not backward.
Dwelling in the past will cause you to miss out on all the beauty of today.
4 comments:
I don't like your hair either.
Good thoughts. That is why I am so glad that you are my sister. No matter how we change- you can't get away from me. We will always be best friends. :)
so i just finished reading your blog and it leaves me to question was this old friend me? well let me just say right now Mrs. Heather Day, that no matter how bad either of our hair looks you will always be the friend that is so close but so far away and i will always love you. LOL
that last peice was me, Mary. I hate computers and have a hard time so for now i am the anonymous one
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