It's been a while.
Quite a bit has happened lately, it seems, in mine and friends lives. Happy times, sad times.
Isn't it strange and disconcerting and really hard sometimes, how, when something wonderful happens in your life, it can all of a sudden be piggybacked with something equally as sad. And sometimes, it feels like some unseen entity is just sitting there waiting to flip the coin on you. It's said you have to take the bad with the good, but why? Who made that rule up? Whoever it was needed a good kick in the tuchus. I've never been any good with rules anyway.
Of course, there are those rare lucky times when it's all happy happy, joy joy and I wish that were the case for a couple of people I hold very dear, but it's not.
Speaking for myself, I know I have a tendency to bury myself away and go into hibernation to lick my wounds and deal with my inner hurt and turmoil (and I know, I know, I don't always take my own advice,) but of all people, I understand that need in others. Having said that, I've always been better at looking after, than being looked after. My family will attest to that. But there comes a time where we just have to give in and just take it. Accept it. And say thanks. I love my family and my family loves me. And they're true, real friends. I'm very, very lucky.
And so we have friendship. The good thing about real, true friends is that they become another kind of family. They can take on any shape you need to shove that square or triangle into. You can cry, yell, laugh, whine, ignore or just have no words, but no matter the shape, it miraculously just seems to fit. And just so you know, I'm trisquarcirculangular. And I'm here. And I can be there in no time at all.
Isn't that what family is for?
