As the youngest child, born to older parents I was told that I made my family happy by showing up at the end. I was not an after thought but a not even, ever, thought. A girl at the end of three boys set me up for being the center of attention. I was there, the center of attention, since birth and I believe I really liked it until I stopped being my own friend. That happened during adolescence.
Friends are honest but loving, hopeful about our future yet truthful about our past, and loyal without being blind. I want to regain the friendship with myself so last year I started doing the work to deserve myself as a friend. I did good this year. I was daring in ways that make me smile. I am hopeful and not in need of being the center of attention but mindful of how grateful I am for the attention I get for being me.
I am a daughter of God and with that heritage I know what true friends are like. Jesus Christ is my best friend and on him I bestow what I know about friendship up until now. I hope to know more in time.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.