[success]The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. ~ Elizabeth Foley[/success] Not everyone knows how amazing they are. Not everyone can see their brilliance. Tell your friends how awesome they are I have friends who just don’t see how beautiful they are, how brightly they shine, how kind and generous of spirit they are or even what amazing parents, grandparents or friends they are. It astonishes me. These are the people who always go that extra mile, the first to call if you’re sick to see how they can help, who empathize with how you feel, who aren’t looking to benefit themselves in every decision they make, who fill our hearts with love just because we’ ve been around them. And they always leave us better off than they found us. And they don’t have a clue. They judge themselves by…
Last night I slept. This might not seem unusual to those who sleep regularly…like every night. But sleep hasn’t always been my best friend. We make unusual bedfellows. I seek sleep and it eludes me and I had thought we were supposed to be hooking up every night. No such luck, sleep was off enjoying itself with someone else. But not last night. Last night it came, and stayed, and I was so happy. In the past, I might have slept for two or three hours before waking up…vividly, intensely, wide awake. At three in the morning I could have been out jogging, as bright as a button. I never was though…too spooky in the dark…but it was always a possibility. But not last night. Last night when I did wake up, I was in that wonderfully drowsy state, the one that regular people are so accustomed to, and I…
If you’ve read my bio you’ll know that we travelled a lot. As a kid, we moved every two years…home, school, towns, even countries. It was exhilarating and sometimes hard. Having to make new friends every couple of years became a really big challenge. When I was twelve we arrived here: This is Aden, Yemen. OMG was my first thought. Actually, no it wasn’t, I was twelve, it was much more OMG, OMG, OMG what am I doing here. I cried. Of course it was all about me. This must be the ends of the earth I’d heard people talk about…as in “I’d go to the ends of the earth for you.” Well here we were. This place was built in the middle of an extinct volcano. A crater. Rock, rock and more rock. Nothing green growing anywhere. And hot. There were days when it was 110 degrees and that…