I have a like/dislike relationship with Facebook. I have an account and post occasionally, and I like it for keeping up with friends and businesses that I'm interested in. However, I have to say, I'm not a huge fan of Facebook and could easily do without it in my life. With that said, when I saw today's prompt for "Facebook" on the Joy of Love, I thought to myself, what in the heck am I going to do with this one because I really don't have a lot in my FB account? So I started scrolling through the pictures I'd put up and the ones I was tagged in looking for inspiration. The one that jumped out at me was this one:
It was taken by a friend of mine who I don't see or talk to anymore. When I saw this picture, it reminded me of the fun and good times we had together. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed our friendship. It reminded me of how much I miss her and her kids. I wish I could pick up the phone and call her, or go have a fun lunch with her, or just hang out and take pictures of our kids together again, but I can't. I did something that offended her, and she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I'm still confused by it, and it pains me that it happened. I was talking with someone about it earlier today as I was reflecting on it and trying to make some sense of it and they reminded me of the saying that friends come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. I think I know the reason she came into my life; I'm just sad that it was only for a season. And while she may not want anything to do with me, I still wish her well and hope that someday I get the opportunity to talk with her again and tell her I'm sorry.
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I wrote the above last night and didn't publish it because I was afraid to put it out there and share something so personal and sad for me. I'd messed things up once before by writing down my feelings and ended up making things worse rather than explaining myself like I'd hoped, so I was afraid of repeating my mistake and doing the same thing again. Not sure what to do, I decided to sleep on it and went to bed. I reread my post several times today but was still unsure about publishing it, and then this evening, out of the blue, someone shared something with me that was like a light shining in a dark tunnel. It's called "The Disease called 'Perfection'" by Dan Pearce of Single Dad Laughing.
Here is an excerpt where he talks about the cure for the disease, "Perfection":
The cure is so simple.
Be real.
Be bold about your weaknesses and you will change people's lives. Be honest about who you actually are, and others will begin to be their actual selves around you. Once you cure yourself of the disease, others will come to you, asking if they can just "talk". People are desperate to talk. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will tell you of some of the greatest struggles going on. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will break down in tears as they tell you how difficult life is for them. Turns out some of the most "perfect" people around us are human beings after all, and are dying to talk to another human being about it.
You'll love them for it. And you'll love yourself even more.
Let's not forget this quote: "I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere." Somebody who is being a friend doesn't spread "Perfection". Somebody who is being a friend spreads "Real". Then, and only then, can we all grow together.
So I'll take this as a sign and, despite my reluctance, share this because it's my reality... and one of my many imperfections.
It was taken by a friend of mine who I don't see or talk to anymore. When I saw this picture, it reminded me of the fun and good times we had together. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed our friendship. It reminded me of how much I miss her and her kids. I wish I could pick up the phone and call her, or go have a fun lunch with her, or just hang out and take pictures of our kids together again, but I can't. I did something that offended her, and she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I'm still confused by it, and it pains me that it happened. I was talking with someone about it earlier today as I was reflecting on it and trying to make some sense of it and they reminded me of the saying that friends come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. I think I know the reason she came into my life; I'm just sad that it was only for a season. And while she may not want anything to do with me, I still wish her well and hope that someday I get the opportunity to talk with her again and tell her I'm sorry.
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I wrote the above last night and didn't publish it because I was afraid to put it out there and share something so personal and sad for me. I'd messed things up once before by writing down my feelings and ended up making things worse rather than explaining myself like I'd hoped, so I was afraid of repeating my mistake and doing the same thing again. Not sure what to do, I decided to sleep on it and went to bed. I reread my post several times today but was still unsure about publishing it, and then this evening, out of the blue, someone shared something with me that was like a light shining in a dark tunnel. It's called "The Disease called 'Perfection'" by Dan Pearce of Single Dad Laughing.
Here is an excerpt where he talks about the cure for the disease, "Perfection":
The cure is so simple.
Be real.
Be bold about your weaknesses and you will change people's lives. Be honest about who you actually are, and others will begin to be their actual selves around you. Once you cure yourself of the disease, others will come to you, asking if they can just "talk". People are desperate to talk. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will tell you of some of the greatest struggles going on. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will break down in tears as they tell you how difficult life is for them. Turns out some of the most "perfect" people around us are human beings after all, and are dying to talk to another human being about it.
You'll love them for it. And you'll love yourself even more.
Let's not forget this quote: "I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere." Somebody who is being a friend doesn't spread "Perfection". Somebody who is being a friend spreads "Real". Then, and only then, can we all grow together.
So I'll take this as a sign and, despite my reluctance, share this because it's my reality... and one of my many imperfections.
8 comments:
I think being true to yourself is very important. It's sad that we all have a friend or two, who can't be more accepting or more willing to mend fences or more forgiving.
I love this post!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!! On my fam blog I just post a few days ago a very "bold" post and like you read it several times and asked my friends if I should have written it etc.....but then again I was glad to get it off my chest. I love the quotes may need to steal those! I'd find a way to say your sorry to your friend, put closer on it and move on.....you never know what may open from it. Sometimes we have to do those silly things in order for another door to open or one to full close in our lives........
I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to finally post it. I think we can all learn something from you. I have had that happen to me too, but I just try to dwell on the people around me that love me and I love and be joyful in that. I'm glad that we have become friends on here. We share something special with losing a parent or parents. I always look forward to your postings.
Thank you for sharing. I know how difficult it is to share personal things, as I struggle with that too.
Touching post xx
Good for you for taking this step. I'm so glad my post was an inspiration for you and others. I hope that this starts the healing process for you and your friend.
Krisitn, I'm not sure why I missed this a few days ago, but I'm so glad I came back to check. Thank you for sharing your story. I went through something similar and it was heart breaking. Your life changes as you know it, but perhaps for some reason, just like you mentioned above. So, thank you for being strong and posting, thanks for letting us into your life!
you are very strong, and i know that you feel comforted to have gotten it off your chest. whether something comes from it or not, your voice was freeing.
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