So, the other day, I had a bad day. I mean really bad. There were some tears. Some yelling. Some bottling up emotions. Some cursing. It was just an all-around bad day.
But you know the best part of my bad day? My incredible friends. There was my friend who spent way too much time encouraging me, telling me how great I am. I’m not good at accepting compliments, but she wouldn’t let me “aw shucks” it. She told me I was good until I actually started to believe it.
Then there was the friend who got mad with me. Who let me know that the injustice I had experienced wasn’t right. She wanted to act on my part, to protect me, to kick some butts and take some numbers. And then she made me laugh. I love it when she makes me laugh.
Finally, the friend who just hung out with me. Who sat with me in a quiet coffeehouse and just hung out for three hours. Who let me laugh, be angry, and shared her own stories. She made me realize that I wasn’t alone. We laughed about our differences, laughed at our sameness. When I left, my hair smelled like coffee and my heart felt just a bit lighter.
I had a bad day. But I have wonderful friends.
Sweet. It’s good to have friends…one with a sweet disposition, one with some pointy boots, and one with some cash for the coffee…good plan for my future.
lets story swap again soon…friend
sorry you had a bad day, wish i could’ve been there for you. did you call me that night. mom