I keep thinking about how I’m almost at 365 posts and how bittersweet that is. I’ve posted every single day for a whole year and that feels pretty amazing to me. At the same time, it takes me full circle, back to where this all began, back to me nursing a broken heart in the only way I knew how – through words and tears. I’m not that girl crying in a cafe anymore, but I remember all too well what that was like, those painful memories are still familiar and very much alive when I think of them.
362 days ago I couldn’t have imagined I would be here though – finding love in someone else, having the time of my life with my best friends. So much can change in a year and I didn’t know that, wouldn’t have believed it if someone told me this is how my year would have played out.
It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been friends with someone, there will still be times when I feel insecure about my relationship with them and wonder if they like me, or if they like other friends more. Why do I do that? Why do I always have to consider myself on a scale of some sort?
I couldn’t imagine doing pottery without G. We have no idea what we’re doing half the time but somehow laugh our way through figuring it out.
One of O’s friends just invited me to his birthday drinks. I love how his friends are becoming my friends too. Our lives are coming together 😊😊
Good friends are like an external brain. They help you process stuff.
I can sacrifice study days when the alternative is spending time with friends and people I love 😊
Watching Friends with my friends and my boyf, life is so good 😊
Sitting in the warm afterglow from a night of wine and cheese with beloved friends 🙂
I really love going away with friends and having chill fun times together.
Good food, good company, good music. This is what a great life is made of.