I didn’t realize how crappy I’d been feeling about myself and my current life until I came back from Boston the other day. I came back refreshed, happy, and feeling much more confident/competent. It’s like how I heard depression described by someone close to me once. He said, “I didn’t realize how far down I’d gone until I began medication and started to climb back up out of the hole.”
That’s kind of how I feel right now. Had no clue how far down I’d fallen until I somehow got out of the hole, and looked behind me. How did I do this? Friends.
Lifelong friends, in fact. One of whom has specifically avoided me for 7 or 8 years. Another one who just sort of fell off the radar, no hard feelings. But I met up with them this past weekend, and it didn’t take long to connect back in, finish each others’ sentences, and laugh our fool heads off, drinking or not.
It was a wake up call for me. A “hey, you can’t be THAT bad off if you have friends like these.”
So, maybe that’s my new feeling. I’m not that bad off. I’m a pretty cool person, and I can maintain friendships with other extremely caring and fun people. Not quite Stuart Smalley, but close.
Bottom line, people. If you have good friends that you are able to laugh with, care about, and meet up with each other across the country for a weekend, do it. Call them. Find them. Email them.
It’ll be worth it.