my mother sent me a package this past week. a simple package. a card. and a lap-quilt she handmade for me. both were gorgeous. and both made me smile. and made tears come to my eyes. the card had a great message. letting go… it’s not about giving up (which is how i had been viewing it), but instead it’s about ‘making room in your life and in your heart for something new.’
i am making room for new things. through the heartache. i am carving out space for those things i used to love and had forgotten about. i am remembering that escapades are fun. that i know how to have a good (even great) time with people i hardly know. that i am full of desire. full of greatness. and full of so much that so many want to be a part of.
in the past week and a half i have been blessed. with friends who have stood by my side. with friends who have held me up. held me as i fell apart. and held me as i danced my heart out. new friends who have held me in moments i never thought i would be a part of. new friends who have taken me swimming at midnight in my underwear. new friends and old friends who have treated me with more respect than i remembered i was worth.
this is a blessing. i am worth it. and for anyone else out there. you are worth it. you are worth so much more than you may imagine. you deserve to be treated like a lady. like a woman (or a gentleman). you deserve to be lifted up. to have a shirt buttoned for you. or dress unzipped. you deserve to be offered breakfast. you deserve to have your door opened. you deserve everything. (as long as you’re willing to offer it all back to the other person).
friendships. relationships. they are all two way streets. and that is what makes them magical. they require communication. they require commitment. and they require a true desire. and when that is in place. they are simply a blessing.