On Saturday I spoke to my oldest friend. You know the one we all have--the one you don't ever remember meeting because they are as old as your memory. Yes we haven't spoken in years, but does that matter? No! True We have grown and changed and have less in common than we once had. I do know I can always count her as a friend. She could read right through me. She asked how I was and like we all say I said "I am good." She said that sounded like a quantified good. Well it is. Honestly, this has been the hardest year of my life. It hasn't been the hardest event of my life, but the hardest year. I don't want to get into it on blog--but just know this has been a horrible year!
For whatever it is worth--I appreciate people who can really tell when I am struggling. I understand that I wear my emotions on my sleeve but often people ignore it. Don't we all just assume people want their space? I appreciate their support despite all the tears and puffy eyes I have had this year and especially these last few weeks.
Yes my good right now is quantified. It isn't a pure good--but there is hope for the future. There is always a new day ahead of us. There are always ways to improve and have a fresh start.
