What My Friends Mean to Me: Part Two

A couple of months ago I wrote a piece on what my friends mean to me. Looking back on it now, I can’t help but smile. I smile because I feel so lucky to have the best people with me on the journey of life.

One point that stood out to me today is:

They know me, sometimes better than I know myself. They know when to show up for me, and when to take a step back. I’m lucky enough to have friends that I consider family, and some family that I consider friends.

I know this to be true, but in the last few weeks I have been reminded once again how incredible the people around me are, and just how well they know me — better than I know myself.

I spent a couple of weeks denying my feelings, whilst my closest friends told me — very clearly — how the situation would play out.

I assured them, they were wrong, and that I was sure of what I wanted, or in this case what I didn’t want.

Guess what, I was wrong. And they were right.

The situation played out exactly as they predicted. And their predictions were based on how well they knew me.

I’m beyond grateful to have such amazing and kind friends in my life. And I know that whatever the journey has in store for me, I will always have so much love and support from them, always.

Shine bright.