Yesterday I wrote a post lamenting the end of a friendship. Perhaps it was worth mourning at the time. But now that I’ve had a day to ruminate on the matter, I realized it was ridiculous to dedicate any amount of time on something that really lost its value over time. The tears she cried when I moved from North Carolina apparently were that of crocodiles. She had also just given birth to her son so I’m sure hormones might have had something to do with it.
While I do think the time spent in North Carolina produced some life changing moments, I don’t think many real friendships were made. Or perhaps I was a different person back then, newly divorced and deeply entrenched in a toxic codependent relationship. The place had a lot of drama, which I left in exchange for even more drama in Illinois, I realized. The most important takeaway from the drama years was that I don’t need an entourage of friends and weekends full of exciting things to do. Peace and quite is definitely my preference.
So life goes on and I can’t really lament the time lost mourning a friendship that ended long before it became Facebook official. I could have been doing a risk analysis of diabetes in DuPage County, which I will be scrambling to do today due to this time wasted.
Just like food that was burnt onto a frying pan, all it took to wash it down the sink was a quick overnight soak. And voila, it’s all gone, ready to start anew.
The Balancing Act 