Even if you’ve never met.
I had just gotten home from a long day at the office. Another day, another 86 cents. Old hurts and old dramas were bubbling to the surface on the family group text. Me, always being a woman of opinions, had thoughts on the subject. The day was weighing on me.
It was my partner’s late night and the house felt dark. I poured a glass of wine and called my best friend. He is going through some stuff and has been looking for a fight. My tether was short, I had some thoughts on the subject, so last night he found one.
I sat on the couch after, second guessing myself about my family, about my friends, about the things that lead me here. The thing no one tells you about being a person of opinions, is how very time consuming it is to second and third and fourth guess yourself. It’s exhausting how much work it takes to make yourself seem somewhat confident.
Then my phone buzzed. The message was a game of telephone but the point had made its way to my pocket: someone was saying nice things about me.
And my heart felt happy and my home felt lighter and I decided to put away my second guessing for the evening.