On my mind...

When you’re sixteen you know everything, when you’re 25 you begin to admit that maybe you don’t know everything…in fact there’s a lot out there that I don’t know…and there’s even more I’m beginning to realize not only about myself, but about my relationships with others as well.

My best friend when I was five isn’t my best friend today. Friends I’ve known for years doesn’t translate into being friends forever. The last few years of my life have been full of changes…and I’ve noticed there’s this glue that tends to stick people together.

I had dinner with my junior/high school friends last Friday. Many of us haven’t seen each other in years, and yet it was as if a beat wasn’t skipped. We asked about each other’s families, shared new experiences and had no problem relating to each other. They know me for who I am…I didn’t need to pretend and none of them felt the need to hold back. We’re all so different, and yet there’s this glue that keeps us together.

I called Anne the other day after not talking since about Halloween and there it was again, that timeless bond that’s never withered. She’s there when I need her, and I’ll forever be there when she needs me…but we don’t talk every day. Months can go by and yet we’ve never skipped a beat with each other…

I’m beginning to learn the difference between bad apples and tart apples…tart apples have flavor, some would even call it pizzazz…but you don’t want to eat a tart apple every day….