The Weight…

“To make a mountain of your life is just a choice.”

I want to open with that song because the opening line of this song is so important. The last month since I’ve been back from Florida has been an interesting one. Things have changed and been shaken up a bit. Some things have shifted in my life and I’ve taken a look at some of my priorities and the people I have made priorities.

I’ve always been of the opinion that a friendship is a choice. You choose to stay connected to a person for whatever reasons and it’s what feeds your friendship. Perhaps you have things in common (i.e. music or movies or a TV show) or maybe you’ve gone through similar experiences or maybe your personalities mesh so well it’s like finding the other half of your soul in a different body. Maybe you like to debate and argue because you’re so different, yet you respect one another’s opinions. Maybe you admire them or maybe they possess a quality you wish you possessed yourself. Whatever the reason, you stay together. You work at your relationship together because one-sided relationships never last. At least not in my experience.

I’ve always been of the opinion that there are times when you will take more than you give, just like there will be times when you give more than you take. The important thing is that you experience both sides of the spectrum within a relationship or someone is going to end up feeling like they’re being used.

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Some Days I Just Need A Reminder…

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I really lucked into this picture. I couldn’t see the screen of my phone when I took it and I didn’t realize until later on that I had footprints in the sand. This is one of the few religious themed things I really enjoy. I think everyone likes to be reminded that they’re not alone in the world. Some days it’s harder to remember than we think. Like I told a friend, I’m not the most religious bird in the tree, but I do believe in God.

Sometimes that belief means more to me than I can ever possibly hope to express and it makes me a little sad when I hear someone else say they don’t share it. Not because I want them to believe in the same things I do or because I’m disappointed in them for not jumping on the Almighty’s bandwagon, but because I know what it means to me to have that belief. It makes me sad to think that someone else is living without it.

But like the wise-beyond-her-years Jen Lindley once said, “God. I’ve never really believed in God. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of time and energy trying to disprove that god exists. But I hope that you are able to believe in god, because the thing that I’ve come to realize, sweetheart… is that it just doesn’t matter if god exists or not. The important thing is for you to believe in something, because I promise you that that belief will keep you warm at night, and I want you to feel safe always.”

Oh and I miss Florida.