You know. I hate when I have this really totally great blog entry in my head and it disappears before I have a chance to get it out of my head. That’s what happens with my writing, too. It just…disappears…
We got a cool front and I’m in love with this weather. The weatherman says we’ll be ready for sweaters next week. YAY! Guess I need to get that Sweetie Boy some long-sleeved shirts and pronto.
I can’t believe it’s Friday already. Where did the week go?
Anyway… I was thinking earlier about relationships. And not just the romantic kind. The kind you have with your friends, too. I’m fortunate to have a bunch of great friends. Some I’ve never even met – a couple in different counties!
Maybe it’s just me, but I totally think you need these people in your life to achieve a certain balance. They help you maintain your sanity in the worst of times; and they make you laugh yourself silly in the best of times. Friends are precious gifts. They’re the family you choose – the sisters you get to pick. They’re your rock when you need someone to lean on and and shoulder to cry on. They tell you the truth – even if they do think that color is ugly on you. 🙂
Then there are the relationships you have with the opposite sex. The kind where you have fireworks and sparks and passion and then it fizzles out to something less than that. And then one day something happens and you suddenly realize beyond the fireworks and sparks and passion is a kind of romantic at heart just dying to get out. He surprises you in lots of ways but still you don’t want to trust him too quickly. Not yet. Becuase you’ve been burned by the fire before. You know what it’s like to have a broken heart and, quite frankly, it sucks. So you keep him at arm’s length and wait to see what he does. You don’t want to move too fast because that was your mistake before. You take one small step at a time and you wait to see what happens. He tells you sweet nothings – literally – and you start to realize that fireworks and sparks and passion is still there but somewhat subdued. Maybe the fiery passion is still there, but this time…it’s not hurried or rushed. And perhaps because you’re older and wiser you realize the unhurried passion is something to be cherished and held on to for as long as it takes. So you let him take his time.
Relationships are a funny thing. Some take so much work you’re tired at the end of the day. Others are so effortless you don’t even have to think about making them work. What do I know about relationships? They’re hard. But they’re so worth it sometimes. Even if you do get burned.