Best Friends Are The Best Medicine

What do you do when you’re a sad mama bear and you find yourself a single lady again conveniently the week you’re on vacation?

You drive two hours to spend a few days with one of your best friends (we’ve both been limiting our contact with people and working from home).

And you realize visiting her was the best thing you could have done for yourself. Besides continuing to take your meds.

But then it gets even better- you also see her family, who you love because they are the most wonderful people.

And her father, a man of few words, surprises you with a cute little wooden well along with a beautiful wooden bowl- both made by him.

It almost makes you cry because it’s been a rough week and this act of kindness was unexpected.

I felt incredibly loved- these past few days have been the medicine my bruised heart needed.

A reminder that even though everything is uncertain and changing, and there are people who care deeply for me.

I’m a lucky one, that’s for sure.

It’s been a double whammy- the absence of my son and the end of what looked like a promising relationship.

HOWEVER, this a great thing for my teenager- spending more time with his father. Getting to have new and different experiences.

As for no more gentleman caller, it didn’t pan out and that’s okay. The past year and a half has been spent bouncing from one guy to another (my milkshake has been a little too strong)I’m looking forward to a lengthy break from dating.

In fact, I’m excited about it.

I can focus on more growth. Get back into shape. Hopefully spend more time with friends and family once the pandemic eases. Create a plan for financial stability in order to move- which is the most exciting part! I don’t want to be more than two hours from my child, but I don’t know where I may end up.

But I would love a fresh start in an apartment all my own in a new zip code.

And hey, it could happen soon-ish. Although 2020 has not been my favorite year by any means, it has definitely been transformative. Sometimes painful, ugly, and uncomfortable- I can say I no longer feel like I am stuck in time, in some sort of holding pattern.

So here’s to being able to roll with whatever comes next with patience and grace.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

Kansas Native. Knitter. Amateur photographer. Lover of love, plants, and great burritos.

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