I get by with a little help from my friends

Found out this week that at least a couple people actually read this blog. Cool. Hi peeps!

I've been thinking about this blog post all evening. Ok not all evening. But a little while at least. What to say, what not to say, etc. Don't worry nothing bad I promise! It's just that there's something that is going on that I want to talk about and it could be really good but I don't want to get my hopes up and writing it out I could get mine and whoever reads this blogs hopes up, and I don't want to jinx my chances by getting my hopes up or writing it on here. So for now I'll just say keep your fingers crossed for me. And if you really want to know what I'm talking about, just ask me. I'll be happy to tell you in person. I just don't want to write it here.

I've been on a roller coaster of emotions this week. I won't go into what all caused it. Instead I'll just say that I could not have gotten through the highs and the lows of the week without my friends. The old "I get by with a little help from my friends" really does apply here. So I'm just gonna use this time to say thanks.

To friends who go out for a girls night after getting dumped and still celelbrate my possibly good news and my other friend's good love life. Friends who let me be one of the first to meet their boyfriend. Friends who help me with looking for something that I don't know if I want to do but might be one of my only options. Friends who go to Soupman with me and talk about slaves (it's in relation to Campbell House Museum - that was one of the lows, I put together a 14 page file of Campbell letters on slaves... it's emotionally draining to read about...). Friends who go out of their way to offer a helping hand when they don't really have to, thus reassuring me that I am on the right track. Friends that can take me from talking about crucifixion and injustice to laughing about wisdom teeth stories. Friends who push me to be the best I can and reassure me that I can handle stuff and rejoice in the even slim possibility of a potential joy with me. Friends that fill in for me at the last minute when I space on serving communion on Sunday. Friends that always know what I need and how to make me feel better (this is both humans and pets like Bixby). Friends who I haven't seen in a while and set up going out on Good Friday. And most of all - friends who aren't afraid to lay it on the line and hit me upside the head (not literally) even though I didn't ask but because they knew I desperately needed it.

So to all those friends and more... thank you.