Now it goes without saying we all know that friends are important. They make our day-to-day lives worth bearable, fun. You name it. But it wasn't until this week have I really appreciated what "truly good friends" are, and what they mean to me.
That's because this week I've been on both sides of the friend spectrum. On one side, I was friend in dire need of a friend. Someone to just "be" with me. No need for talking. For exciting adventures out. But someone just to "be" there. I needed to know that through hateful words and tears, I mattered. That I was worth... anything. Because in the moment I felt broken and broke down. And there was NOTHING more I wanted in the entire world than to feel as though I had a friend. But I didn't. In that moment, what it takes to be a friend was first revealed.
Flip to the other side. I hear terrible, awful news from a friend. It overwhelms me. It's her health. It's in jeopardy. Immediately I can think of nothing else in the world than "being" there for her. Cancel my evening concert plans. Put work on hold. Silence the phone. I want nothing more than to "be" the friend she needs. To "be" the kind of friend I needed the other day.
And that's just it. At some point we have to grow up and decide that "being" a good friend means being there for a the messy times. The times of heartache. The times of need. The fun stuff is easy. Anyone can do that. But the value of a friend is truly determined when you need one most.
So it hits me. If they don't already know (and I sure hope they do), my friends need to know that I "am" here. All hours of the day. Always accessible. If I have plans, they can be canceled. If I'm being a lazy bum, I can get up. Because frankly, I give a damn and I'm going to "be" here for the good, the bad and the ugly. Because friendship -- it's a "be" verb.
|Made this especially for the blog & pinterest tonight.|
|For fun, Lilly Pulitzer computer wallpaper|