On the weekend we had a lovely lunch with friends we’ve known for close to 30 years.
I met most of them when I was 21 and just started going out with my now Hubby. These people are like family to me, so it was an absolute joy to spend a few hours eating, drinking, laughing, reconnecting.
There was one friend at our lunch who I really wanted to speak with. We hadn’t seen each other for around ten years (or that was our guess!) and there had been a lot of change in both our lives over that time.
I knew from the journey my friend had taken that they would understand part of my own. For at least two years I’ve known I wanted to share my story with my friend – not because our situations were the same but because, in my mind anyway, our journeys weren’t hugely dissimilar. My friend was further along on the journey than me and to hear the wisdom they shared was like a balm to my wounds.
It was actually really difficult to say out loud the words I needed to say to my friend.
Not because I haven’t said them before, to trusted friends or in my own mind.
And not because I felt my friend would judge me.
But because by voicing them I was acknowledging to someone outside of my inner circle a deep truth for me.
