Few people can muster up the courage to leave the safe, comfortable, and familiar, let alone move so far beyond it that no one from their past recognizes them anymore.
I am happy to say I personally know several people like this. A few are what I consider to be very close friends and the one thing they have in common (other than this blahg writer) is each has grown so much since I met them there is perhaps but a remnant of their former life left. Like me, they look back at their old selves and wonder, “Who the hell was THAT?”
I was reminded this week of how lucky I am to know them all when I spoke on the phone for hours with the one who’s been around the longest and had dinner with one who’s practically new to my life by comparison. There are many between and hopefully you know who you are by my words, because a lady never names names, especially in a public forum.
Of course you all still have your missteps and fears, heartaches and baggage, but your ability to look inside yourselves – to see what you really are, without delusion and with full accountability – makes me so incredibly happy for you I sometimes smile when your name or visage crosses my mind.
Tonight, I revel in the fact I’ve been able to be a part of each of your lives, from that high school French class to the late-night job to chatting at a club night to meeting via mutual friends online. Thank you for allowing me to watch your blossoming. Thank you for giving me room to bloom, too.
I can’t wait to see what the future holds for all of us.
Come with me.