I feel prickly, and teeny holes start to form in my thinking. A few even find the way to my heart.
I miss friends who soothe rough spots with laughter, love, and lotion (the suntan variety).
I long for the balm of those who know me best. Girls who call me names over Tex-Mex. Names I don't see when I define myself, but words I long to be: fun loving, wise, multidimensional, a connector of people.
So, I jump on a plane and head to the desert. I take up residence by a pool, drink limeade-flavored deliciousness, and discuss big questions like if Ashton and Rhianna are really together and what to do about babies and bosses. Then, we do what all forever friends do. We belt out Journey in a dark minivan named Blue Thunder.
And I'm not sure why, but soon after, the world makes more sense.
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In case there is any doubt about who is yammering on the loudest, it is I.
Thank you, God, for Leah, Lindy, Steph, Krista and Laura (because cancelled flights only mean free future tickets!), and thanks too for the women I get to meet very soon. I'm not sure if my (in)RL friends know any Journey, but my fingers are crossed.
Do you have a friend who soothes the rough places in life? What kinds of activities do you engage in together to make the world seem right?Linking with Jen and also counting my friends as gifts with Ann.