When it comes to texting, concise is always better. But when you’re a writer – well – sometimes editing isn’t our bag.
In texting with a friend whose turning 45 soon, I sensed he wasn’t really present (a good barometer of how tight you are is when you can peg their vibe in a word).
Sure, it’s easy to be off a little when trying to decode those annoying short text replies – and forget about trying to hear inflection. What’s sarcasm to one person, may be totally misinterpreted by the other and the next thing you know, you’re in the midst of a totally unwarranted bitchfest.
With close friends though, it’s easier to read between the texts. The subtext of their replies is rife with emotion – and we either press for answers (“what’s up?” “are you okay?”) or we let it go, giving them space to breathe.
I knew my fellow partner-in-crime was reflecting a bit especially since his birthday is looming. So when he confirmed , “I’m just in my head”, I was in no way gonna pry.
Still, the writer in me wouldn’t dare miss up on an opportunity to share my thoughts.
And just like that. A blog is born.
I realized after reading my marathon text, that I could really say this to every one of my loved ones – including myself.
Wanna read it? I was hoping you would.
“There’s a comfort of knowing we aren’t alone. Even when we wanna be left alone.
People pop up in our lives at what seems to be the worst (or some would argue perfect) timing. We take mental inventory. Ask hard questions we have no desire to know the answers to right now. We wonder if things will ever be different – will we always be fucked up with certain things or people?
Will we ever get a break?
Our own worst saboteur is ourself. We know this. We are frustrated by this and morph our stress into anger and sorrow.
But remember all of it is normal, expected shit when it comes to our mental evolution.
I don’t believe broken hearts are meant to heal completely. We just learn to live with and allow our strength to draw from its survival.
Our stories shape us. And I don’t know about you, but I believe the most amazing, inspiring and lovely people are walking around with their own fucked up stories. Their tattered hearts are the most beautiful because they embody what’s real and raw. They beat with more passion and endurance.
Keep honoring your heart.”
Quite possibly the longest text I’ve ever written.
Happy birthday, friend. You’ll always be so cool.