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Heart: Show us your heart. Let it all hang out. When have you thrown yourself into a challenge, or shown/received love?
In December I was humbled.
It was the week before Christmas and I was having Martha and Madelyn over f0r dinner because they were both in from out of town. They are some of My Most Important People and I was relieved, really, that I got to spend the night with the ones who know me best.
I did not blog so much about this (largely in part because so much of the story is not mine to tell), but the span of time from August to December of 2013 was Hard. Everything was busier than busy and Really Incredibly Terrible Stuff (the kind that knocks the wind out of you) happened to too many people that I was close to.
Everything was Fine because it had to be. Everything was Fine because I was still able to put one foot in front of the other. Everything was Fine because the idea of what Not Fine looked like was too much to bear. Fine had become some sort of pseudo-talisman against outright chaos. If I could just keep telling people that I was Fine, that they were Fine, that everything was Fine, we could stave off the wolf at the door.
When Madelyn walked into my kitchen that night, she wordlessly proffered an envelope. It contained a card, signed by her as well as Allison , Beka, Jeanne, Kirsten and Megan and a very generous gift certificate for a massage and a pedicure.
Their edict: You have to take care of yourself.
But that was only the beginning. In the days that followed, my mailbox was filled with more cards, more boxes and more envelopes. These sister-friends had effectively love-bombed me.
Most of the time, friendship is not hard. It is laughter and joy spreading. Community and compassion. Trust and respect. In many ways, the relationships we have with our friends are far less fraught than the relationships we have with ourselves, because for whatever reason it is easier for us to extend acceptance to them than it is for us to accept ourselves.
But on that night, I was very much reminded that not only was I Not Alone, but that I was surrounded by people who would willingly step in to carry me when I was too tired to ask for help. That I was surrounded by people who would be there before I even recognized that I needed them. I was very much reminded of how truly lucky I was to know the constant, well-worn, unconditional love that sustains us.