I had been a turning over a connection in my mind over the last couple of months. I held it up to the light on several occasions to examine it closely from all sorts of different perspectives. See, I'm a person who puts a lot of heart into my communions with other people. And while it may seem a spontaneous act that occurs without the slightest hesitation on my part, that is not the case. I am a very shy person. That is my nature, and it has made me extremely contemplative and prone to wary observation of people before I finally reach for an open hand, or extend one of my own. I do not take every hand that is offered me simply because it is open. I never have. If I take a hand, there's been some thought put into it. If I offer a hand, it is a well-considered act of faith. It is walking off the top of a skyscraper because I have decided I can trust you to catch me. It is because I have recognized that you are part of my tribe and I am part of yours---family of sorts. Then it becomes about love and loyalty and knowing, of telling without being asked, of doing right by the hands we're holding. These are my friendships; and while I've been left to clean my own splattered body off the pavement a couple of times, it's a belief so deeply ingrained in me that I couldn't change it if I tried. This particular hand that glittered so brightly and held my attention for so long was much harder to hold onto than I anticipated. I grasped it so tightly that I couldn't even feel my own fingers anymore. Then I did the unthinkable. I relaxed my grip and let myself fall. It hurt terribly. All the way down I could feel the awful knot in my gut from the loss. I even had a couple of good cries about midway down. But I landed on my feet. No broken bones. No internal injuries. So, here I am, at this age---with all my idealized girlish notions of Best Friends Forever and Made For Each Other still intact---dusting off my skirt and walking away. There's much to be said for finally learning the value of letting go and still believing in the value of what I gave. I am grateful for the lesson.
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Forgive me, I'm dark tonight.
Yeah, me too. Sometimes I think it keeps me hovering between the lines. Hoping, longing for something that isn't really out there. Or if it's out there then for *whatever* reason I'm not going to find it. Or if I find it I won't recognize it. Or maybe it won't satisfy this place inside of me that feels like a big black hole tonight. Tonight I am the lonely only. If I was a writer I'd write a lovely angsty song about it.
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bright blessings!
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Big hugs in the meantime.
B.F.F.
Hehehe!! ; )
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This made my day! How the hell am I s'posed to maintain my angsty miserableness with that out there? xxoo
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I am sorry for your loss and happy for your gain.
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I admit that sometimes I still revisit the issues wondering about the whole thing.
I do agree with you; eventually you just have to let it go as a life lesson.
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so ... there's some good thoughts coming your way from another corner of the world ...
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Trampolining it is, my man! ; )
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Thanks for letting me read your journal...fayzee
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Thanks again, Cate. You're a remakable being.
Beauteous synthesist of outside/inside/otherside.
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