Simply put: I would not be the person I am without the support and love of my friends. I have been blessed my entire life with excellent friendships. The only thing I struggle with, friendship-wise, is the occasional feeling of being left out or excluded. This feeling is entirely a fabrication of my fear, as I have no evidence to support it.
Aside from my parents, my longest contiguous friendships are with Adam (22 years) and Lara (16 years). They each live thousands of miles away, but I know we can pick up right where we leave off, whenever that happens to be. I also know that we know each other very well, and accept each other for exactly what we are. I can’t ask for more from a friend.
A difficult lesson I am learning is how to cultivate friendships with a limited amount of free time. I will have to work even harder when I am in graduate school and have even less free time. Lately I have spent more time fiddling with social software than I have actually being social. Is that a function of the area or the times, or is it just me coddling my own introversion?
(This entry is part of one month of gratitude.)