My friends, near and far, old and new, are very dear to me. They are the ones that listen to me when I’m sick of the world and need some reassurance that I’m not crazy. They are people that challenge me to keep moving forward, and they are the ones that are proud when I do keep moving forward, in spite of all that stands in my way.
Brandi was my life-changer friend this year. She swooped in while I was new and lost in Madrid, took me under her wing, and made my trip that much more positive. She helped me realize that I can do this, my dream of seeing the world. Her presence in my life was very sudden, and the change in my perspective was not very gradual– I wouldn’t call several weeks in which I realized my new confidence gradual, at least. So, thank you, B. Thanks for being there with your “queen bee” umbrella in the middle of the city and all that you’ve done. 🙂
I realized something about myself the other night. I realized that despite all my chatter over bitterness at the way my lost loves treated me, I never let it stop me from falling again. I do not blame a new flame for the misgivings of the past– I simply hope he will prove history wrong. As of yet, that has not happened. But I never give up. Just because something good ended, it does not mean I worry solely about the way something new may end. That’s not in my nature. Sure, it means I’ll probably have to keep enduring heartbreak, but I could let it jade me, or I can pick myself up, make myself even better, and love like I’ve never been hurt before. That can be scary, and it would be a lie to say I’m not worried about getting burned again.
And you know what?
It’s not going to stop me.