“You know what? My friends don’t think I’m worth talking to anymore? They have such busy and great lives to fill their time? Fine. Then I’ll fill my days with busy and great things too. You just watch. They ever come back to see what I’m up to and now I’ll be the one too busy to talk to them.”
So, that’s what I said to myself some 10 months ago when the last friend I had to talk started talking to me less and less and less and then avoiding my suggestions to get together. Did my former friends really think those things about me? I doubt it but I’m just saying that’s where my brain was at the time
I talked big. I set goals. I was deteremined.
And then I did – NOTHING.
That’s right. I am no further along than I was when I first sat down and had a good cry over failing at this friendship thing last year.
I still have no real direction for my life other than homeschooling my oldest and starting to figure out how to homeschool my youngest. I’m working on a book and a couple other stories, which I probably wouldn’t have done if I had been dealing with friend drama, but I wouldn’t call that very exciting.
This isn’t a post to declare I’m going to do great things in the next year and stick it to my former friends because quite frankly I can barely manage to get through each day, let alone launch some huge plan for my future. Right now I’m avoiding folding laundry and going to the store for milk.
This is just a post to note my failures because we all have failures. So, if you have failures, revel in them; join the crowd.
Let us all fail together.
And maybe we will even pick ourselves up together. Then we can blog about that too.