I went to get my boyfriend Chick-F-La on Friday and ran into some old friends. I was so surprised and happy to see them.
We used to see each other nearly every day since middle school. Our mom’s would take turns carpooling us and getting us milk shakes after hard classes. Once B got her car we’d drive around listening to music and talking for hours. We’d discuss boys whenever one of us got asked out. We had a pact, no boy secrets or dates we didn’t all agree to. We’d have sleepovers most weekends, and our favorite tv shows we promised to only watch together. We’d have our annual hotel door dance poster making night, right before comp season started. We were the five hotel rooms connected that everyone would come hang out in.
I walked through the lunch rush to their table. I was so excited and they were… awkward. I expected to be met with hugs and mutual excitement. But, I’ve graduated and I’m not in the friend group anymore. Life isn’t about dance and college for me anymore. We’ve grown in different directions. It ripped my heart out when I realized their friendships had expired.
I’ve learned that friendships aren’t always life long. Sometimes a friend is for that season of life. When you grow in different directions, and your goals and priorities change as you get older. You don’t align like you did before. It’s okay to let them go.
It doesn’t mean you wish they never happened. I believe you can learn something from every person you meet. If you run into them at a Chick-f-la, at least pretend to be happy to see them.
On top of that, my old Bff’s birthday is today. I haven’t seen her in over a year. I’m just now realizing how people grow up together and grow apart. She was the person I’d tell everything to. We’d have four hour phone calls as kids. But, time moves on and if you don’t work to keep friendships together, they’ll slip away.
Then, my lifelong best friend just called me and told me she’s pregnant. I’m so happy. So weirded out. We’re not kids anymore.
I had the Stomach Flu. I’ve been throwing up and feeling like death.
Mom’s surgery is scheduled for January 10th, 2023. I’m not sure how many posts I’ll keep up about her cancer after her brain surgery. Let’s just say it’s a Christmas miracle she’s getting surgery. It’s a miracle she’s alive.
My God is so good to me, I don’t know why He is so good.
Thanks for reading! -E