My life is pretty much an open book. In fact, I oftentimes think I share too much with people. But if you know me, you probably know most, if not all, parts about me. The good, the bad, the ugly. The ups and downs. The insecurities, the struggles, the worst decisions I’ve made along with the best ones. But all of these make up who I am, so I guess it feels natural for me to want to share. One of my pet peeves is when you give your all in a relationship and it’s not reciprocated. What’s the point if you can’t have deep, authentic friendships with people? As I’ve said before, I don’t have time for it in this season of life. I choose my friends wisely and the ones I love and cherish are the ones I make time for and vice versa.
As we share our story with others, it opens a door, tears down walls, and creates a safe place of healing for all involved. I know in my life I have thought a certain way about a person and once they shared their experiences with me, I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong. When you know someone’s heart, it tends to foster empathy and respect. Sharing our stories often allows us to personally make peace with our own pasts too.
One of my dearest friends moved across the country nearly two years ago. Despite 2,000 miles between us, we are still in contact nearly every single day. Our children are the exact same ages, we both stay home with them, and our husbands are business owners in the same industry. We have always shared openly and authentically, and because of that, our connection remains strong.
It’s so easy to lose touch, but I know our stories and lives have been woven together for a purpose.
I’m grateful to have been blessed with friends who share their most authentic self with me. There’s a sense of freedom in these relationships and no judgment whatsoever.
For me, those are the friendships that go the distance.