I spent time with an old friend today. We talked about old times and new adventures. I came away feeling so nourished and built up. Why? Because I was with someone who knew me. I didn’t have to explain anything. She just got it. It was so easy.
My life has changed dramatically in the past three years and I’ve had make a bunch of new friends and I love them dearly. But it’s hard work. It’s hard work getting to know someone but what’s even harder is getting someone to know you. Letting them in is hard and letting them see the good and the bad and the ugly is awful.
I guess after spending time with my old friend today I realised that none of my new friends really know me yet. Not because I’m hiding it from them or because they don’t care. But we just haven’t shared enough of the journey to merit that comfort of being known. Only time and experience can bring that.
So I’m treasuring my old friends and I’m hanging in there with my new friends so that in 10 years time I’ll be able to have the comfort of being known by them.