Day #139: Adulthood is Hard on Friendship

Today I rested and relaxed with a friend. A friend who has been around for a while. Who knows my stories and the emotions that guard them. Who makes me laugh and has heard me cry. Who is honest and in turn I can also be authentically me…without apology.

As we caught up tonight…I glowed inwardly with pleasure of her company…the sweet reminder of friendship…

The evening was perfect, the breeze soothing, and Love was planting flowers and interjecting his own comedies and tragedies…

It was so nice. *sigh*

Why are friendships so hard to maintain as an adult?

Because at 8:01 I became a pumpkin. Little love came home and we had pjs and snacks and bedtime routines before school and work in the morning.

But I savor the moments porch sitting with two of the bestest best friends I have ever had…until next time

Day #66

I had an unexpected visitor today on my run … sharp, cool wind. We did not make friends. I found it very difficult to catch my breath, and regulating my breathing while running was pretty much out of the question. But I finished my 3 miles and as always I felt better for having done it.

Upon my return home from our run, I found another unexpected guest at my door. A beautiful soul who lights me up every time I see her. She was much more welcome than the cold wind, and instead, an instant friend.

Has anyone else noticed how it’s hard to make friends when you are an adult?

Everyone is so busy with careers and jobs and honorable pursuits that there is little time to really dig in to the sustenance of existing together. This was a chance of a chance kind of friendship that has taken root in my heart because I have few friends who really get me … she is one of those. And this is how I know …

After dinner with her and my Love, we enjoyed the rest of the evening in pjs, snuggled up, eating cupcakes, drinking wine, and coloring … yes my gentle readers … coloring. And in the glow of the lamp with my sweetest Love on one said and my dear friend on the other, I had never felt more complete with a color pencil in my hand. Sometimes the simplest connections are the hardest to come by … I urge you to connect with someone today … I dare say you will smile … genuinely, whole-heartedly … and it feels good.

A coloring book lying upon a bed with colored-pencils and a mandala coloring book in the background.