I know its Tuesday…I’m slacking! I got a new job, so I have been training while still working my other two jobs. After next week I will officially have only one job!! —and then of course school starts up again in two weeks.
OKAY! … 52 Weeks of Gratitude: Week 7: A friend.
I am going to talk about this friend via two short stories.
Background information: We have been friends for 15 years, so she is more than just a friend to me. She is a sister.
I had a day off this last Monday, so rather than netflixing —Yes, it is in fact a verb– alone all day, I decided to call my best friend to see if she wanted to hang out with me. She was doing some stuff around her house so asked if I wanted to come see her instead.
Now… I LOATHE the drive to her house. She lives about an hour away and the only way to get to her is by using three different freeways and a bunch of winding back roads. Oh! And her drive way is so steep that when I try to drive my little 5-speed car on it , my car overheats and shuts off.
Regardless of all this, I decided to shove my anxiety of driving aside, and said “okay!” I am so happy I did. It was such an outstanding day! We went swimming for a little bit, then drove into town —Im not kidding..she lives in this charming little country town– so we could stroll around and enjoy the shops. We found an adorable book store that was a maze of walls filled to the brim with books. At every turn there was another pathway of bookshelves that led to another room with more bookshelves!
After an afternoon of walking she asked me if I wanted to go see her boyfriends parents ranch; I thought… sure why the heck not?! Again, I am so glad I did. It was beautiful. We got to hang out with her guy for a little while. I got to pet the horses and play with the dogs. —I felt like a little girl in a candy shop!—
Then…. (Story two):
On Wednesday we decided to have a little mini-road trip and drive to Santa Cruz for the day. One of the things I love most about her is that she is always down for an adventure. There have been times where I have called her and said “Bri… I need the beach. Now. Wanna go?” And she will hop in the car and drive 3 hours with me just to sit on the beach for 2, and then drive back home.
I think the drive to the beach is what I subconsciously need. We spend all three hours talking about our past, present, and future life… The choices we have made that have led us to where we are… Where we want to be. And of course there are the minutes where one of us goes “Okay no talking I like this song!” and then you find two girls belting some Dixie Chicks song at the top of their lungs and cracking up at the goofiness of it all.
Both of us are people who are always going non-stop. For her its living every moment like its her last…Never stopping, and always looking for the next adventure; sometimes a little recklessly. For me..I’m always looking to the future, planning my next step to get to my goals and sometimes I forget to live in the moment.
We actually have matching tattoos. Hers says “you keep me safe” and mine says “you keep me wild.” She reminds me that its okay to just let go sometimes and be a wild child. I remind her that even though living each day like its her last is fun, that she needs to make sure she’s still being safe. —I would like her to be my friend for at least another 15 years!–
When we finally make it to the beach there is some light talking, but that’s our few hours to slow down and soak in the beauty. I think we are drawn to the ocean because it is this alluring, powerful force that is the perfect balance of recklessness and reliability. There is an element of fear when looking at the ocean, yet it has the power to calm your soul at the same time.
I feel like the ocean understands me. It is this captivating energy that looks all put together with it’s steady rhythm of waves but there is so much more to it than that. There is the undercurrent, chaos, darkness but also beauty and light. There is so much the world knows about it, yet there are things that it still hides away, that people have to dive really really deep to find. —I promise that is the most hippy thing you will read from me….okay probably not!— And I think my friend can relate to that as well.
Needless to say… I am so thankful for this girl. We bicker like sisters and drive each other crazy, but she is my everything. She has outlasted any Boyfriend I have ever had; she has outlasted my own family! She has been there for me 100% through every step forward —and backwards!— in my life.
“A friend is the person who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.”