My dog and I are the same. We can’t fully commit to anything. ; )
My best friend rides in a helicopter to work.
She rides a motorcycle most of the rest of the time.
She wears expensive boots that she swears she could walk across a country in that silently announce for her that she could take you out at the knees if you ever tried to mess with her.
She has been awarded the title of “the girl husbands would most likely cheat on their wives with”…there is something so intoxicating about her that even the wives have to admit they understand.
We joke she is the “serial killer” of relationships since she takes a momento, a someone, with her each time who she simply cannot imagine living without even if they are connected to someone who has hurt her deeply and profoundly. She knows that each of us is separate from our wounds. Indeed, I am one of those momentos, taken from broken. So is her son. And so it is for herself…salvaged from the kind of broken most people never recover from. She has kept herself and masterfully created the above…
I don’t need to tell her that she is successful. She knows.
I don’t need to tell her she is a beautiful mother. She knows.
I don’t need to tell her she is dizzying in her talent and her drive. She knows that too.
What I do need to tell her, each and every single day of our lives together is that she is worthwhile.
No matter how barren, broken, empty or abandoned you may feel…this is what I see when I see you.
You can’t stop the swell of life from erupting around you. It wants to be with you so badly, your insane and fantastical energy. We all do. We are all creeping like vines into your greatness. And you are always there to receive us…the fragmented, the desperate, the untouchables. You make us beautiful by proxy. We can do no wrong with your almost unsettling kindness in the face of our despair and despicable circumstances. You see the life in our barren, broken, empty and abandoned.
You think this is what you see in us but it is quite the reverse. We are simply drawn to the life in you.
The spark that cannot be put out.
You are more than worthwhile my friend, you are essential.
The brilliant part about above best friend is that she is a writer too. She wrote this in response and I thought it was worth sharing…
I believe they do.