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Friendship

Friends are the most important people in the world, next to your family, because your friends are people you CHOSE to experience and make sense out of life with. And I'm not talking about the girls you like to go clubbing with, or your workout buddy. I mean, the people you call when you're lost, and need someone to remind you who you are, what you want and where to go from here.
Friends are the people you call giggling with a story because you know they will find it just as funny! Friends are the ones who celebrate with you when something really freakin amazing happens: like you got a new job, you're finally going to make that dream trip happen, you're engaged, you finally dumped that asshole, you just found out you're pregnant. Friends know what to say, and when they don't, they stumble through some version of what to say and you love them even more for it. They are the ones who squeal with you in excitement, who genuinely rejoice in the good stuff, and are compassionately attentive during the hard stuff. Friends are people who give you time out of their lives, and for whom you return the favour. They help you navigate life and relationships and career and parenthood. You share learnings, you share laughter and tears, and priceless experiences.
I would not be where I am today were it not for some amazing people I am proud to call friends, so I just want to express how THANKFUL, GRATEFUL and yes, even hashtag BLESSED I am for my friends:
The ones who spend 2 hours at Sephora helping you pick the right foundation.
The ones who meet you for tea and end up running late to their next activity because they got caught up in the conversation and lost track of time.
The ones who painstakingly analyze the details of your last argument with your spouse.
The ones who order your favorite dessert and then let you have it all, because they know you need it.
The ones who are there to hold you when you feel like you're falling apart.
The ones who don't let more than a couple weeks go by before letting you know they miss you and make plans to hang out.
The ones who say, you need a break - let's go buy some wine and take a road trip away from all of this.
The ones who text you daily until you agree to go on that skiing trip even though you are broke and don't feel up to it and whatever other excuse you make (because they know you're going to have an amazing time and thank them later).
The ones who buy you a journal and tell you to write down what you're feeling because they know you and they can see you need an outlet to make sense of your pain.
The ones who let you waste an entire bag of chocolate covered goji berries aiming for their mouth knowing you're not going to make it because they've seen you throw before.
The ones who call you after the important presentation, interview, funeral, etc to see how it went and really listen.
The ones who care, who show up consistently and don't make you doubt your significance in their life.
DON'T TAKE THESE PEOPLE FOR GRANTED.
MAKE AN EFFORT.
STAY IN THEIR LIVES.
THEY WILL BE YOUR SAVING GRACE.




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