I hate to treat my blog as a diary... I mean, really, do you care?
I don't think so.
So, if you are not in the mood to borrow my diary and pick the lock with a bobby pin, I suggest you move on to the next blog on your "daily read" list. =) I will not take offense.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
.we can thank the Roman poet Sextus Propertius for this phrase.
Do you subscribe to this belief? I surely do not. In fact, in my humble opinion, I think it's a load of bull-oney.
The friendships harder.
The tears flow faster.
The drama grow bigger.
The text alerts ring fewer.
The regret for missed opportunities hurt deeper.
I have been thinking about this a lot lately as I'm sure, to many of my friends, it seems as though I have dropped off the face of the planet (except for my twitter and blog updates, of course).
I have never been very good at "keeping in touch." Luckily, with many of my friends, we pick up right where we left off:
- EBA has been my bff since the day she was born (I've always made that distinction clear, seeing as how I am 3 months, 4 days, 4 hours, and 32 minutes older.)
- You might remember in my post here that I mentioned a reunion with my girl Cran.
- With my EB girls, the random text, tweet, or FB post keeps the friendship alive.
- With other friends, the social networking correspondence also rings true.
- Last night I received a phone call from a number I didn't recognize... from a friend that I only spent 10 days with... 5 years ago... at a leadership conference... and the conversation was incredibly enjoyable.
I think this is a shortcoming of mine, but it seems that my summer vacation can manifest itself in a "vacation" from my friendships.
I do not like to live in the past or feel discontent. Rather, I fully immerse myself in my present. I think that's where I'm at right now.
So, allow me to amend my earlier statement...
Absence does make the heart grow fonder... if you allow it.
I know that when I am reunited with my friends, I will realize just how much I have missed them and how much I value and love their presence in my life. The different ways in which we show that "fondness" that dear old Sextus talks about, makes us fabulously unique. After all, I would NOT want to be friends with 10 other versions of myself. How boring?!
Okay, diary entry closed... for now... wink, wink.