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  • Maybe She’s A Bad Friend, Maybe It’s About Her

    Maybe she’s blowing you off. Maybe she’s a bad friend. Maybe she is keeping you in her back pocket for a rainy day. It’s entirely possible.

    Or maybe she’s busy. Maybe her plate is completely full. Maybe she’s coping the best way she knows how. Maybe she’s stressed. Maybe she’s maxed out. Maybe stuff isn’t going her way, and she’s saving her energy.

    Maybe she really did miss your text.

    Maybe she is overwhelmed with kids, family, and bills. Maybe she’s trying her best, but her best isn’t much right now. Maybe anxiety is getting in the way and rearing its ugly head, as it so often does.

    Maybe it has nothing to do with you at all.
    Maybe it’s about her.

    There are a million reasons she might be falling short. Maybe it really is that things have run their course. It’s a sad part of life, but it is, nonetheless, a part of life. Only you can make that call.

    But, then again, maybe it’s something else. Don’t forget to give the benefit of the doubt. Don’t forget to cut her some slack. Don’t forget to forgive. Don’t forget sometimes friendship means loving each other through the tough seasons, and the rainy weather, and all the ups and downs.

    May we hold each other in the good times and in the rough times even if that means giving space… I see you sister.

    To those I have been too busy for – I love you, I’m sorry.

    To those who have been distant from me – I love you, I understand.

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  • Hi Sorry I Haven’t Texted Back

    “Hi. Sorry I haven’t texted you back. I̶’̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶x̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶p̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶.

    I haven’t had time to catch my breath, you know how life gets. I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶l̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶e̶r̶g̶y̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶n̶i̶a̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶a̶s̶k̶s̶,̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶e̶x̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶k̶.̶

    The weather has been beautiful right? Y̶e̶s̶t̶e̶r̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶n̶i̶c̶ ̶a̶t̶t̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶r̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶u̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶v̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶r̶r̶e̶d̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶c̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶k̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶e̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶s̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶l̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶u̶n̶c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶b̶e̶h̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶t̶a̶n̶g̶i̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶a̶c̶c̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶v̶a̶l̶i̶d̶.̶

    How are you? I hope well. Let’s get dinner soon!”
    —instagram.com/thealiciacook

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  • I Just Feel So Sad Said Pooh

    Pooh woke up that morning, and, for reasons that he didn’t entirely understand, couldn’t stop the tears from coming. He sat there in bed, his little body shaking, and he cried, and cried, and cried.

    Amidst his sobs, the phone rang.

    It was Piglet.

    “Oh Piglet,” said Pooh, between sobs, in response to his friend’s gentle enquiry as to how he was doing. “I just feel so Sad. So, so, Sad, almost like I might not ever be happy again. And I know that I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I know there are so many people who have it worse off than me, and so I really have no right to be crying, with my lovely house, and my lovely garden, and the lovely woods all around me. But oh, Piglet: I am just SO Sad.”

    Piglet was silent for a while, as Pooh’s ragged sobbing filled the space between them. Then, as the sobs turned to gasps, he said, kindly: “You know, it isn’t a competition.”

    “What isn’t a competition?” asked a confused sounding Pooh.

    “Sadness. Fear. Grief,” said Piglet. “It’s a mistake we often make, all of us. To think that, because there are people who are worse off than us, that that somehow invalidates how we are feeling. But that simply isn’t true. You have as much right to feel unhappy as the next person; and, Pooh – and this is the really important bit – you also have just as much right to get the help that you need.”

    “Help? What help?” asked Pooh. “I don’t need help, Piglet.

    “Do I?”

    Pooh and Piglet talked for a long time, and Piglet suggested to Pooh some people that he might be able to call to talk to, because when you are feeling Sad, one of the most important things is not to let all of the Sad become trapped inside you, but instead to make sure that you have someone who can help you, who can talk through with you how the Sad is making you feeling, and some of the things that might be able to be done to support you with that.

    What’s more, Piglet reminded Pooh that this support is there for absolutely everyone, that there isn’t a minimum level of Sad that you have to be feeling before you qualify to speak to someone.

    Finally, Piglet asked Pooh to open his window and look up at the sky, and Pooh did so.

    “You see that sky?” Piglet asked his friend. “Do you see the blues and the golds and that big fluffy cloud that looks like a sheep eating a carrot?”

    Pooh looked, and he could indeed see the blues and the golds and the big fluffy cloud that looked like a sheep eating a carrot.

    “You and I,” continued Piglet, “we are both under that same sky. And so, whenever the Sad comes, I want you to look up at that sky, and know that, however far apart we might be physically…we are also, at the same time, together. Perhaps, more together than we have ever been before.”

    “Do you think this will ever end?” asked Pooh in a small voice.

    “This too shall pass,” confirmed Piglet. “And I promise you, one day, you and I shall once again sit together, close enough to touch, sharing a little smackerel of something…under that blue gold sky.”

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  • This Is What Friendship Looks Like

    This is what friendship looks like👇🏼

    I am currently walking through the hardest season of my life, and as Mama’s we feel like we’ve always gotta put on our big girl pants and just muscle through. Never let ‘em see you sweat, right? Oh girl…if there’s one thing this season has taught me, it’s that that sort of lie is terribly dangerous to believe.

    I needed my people today. I thought I just needed to call them up and cry about what was happening, and then while on the phone, my sweet friend asked me such an important question. She asked me to just say what I needed and wanted most.

    I told her that I didn’t want to be alone.

    Her response :: “I’m on my way.”

    I started in with all of the reasons she couldn’t and shouldn’t come… “My house is a disaster.” “I don’t want to burden you.” “It’s such a long drive.”

    Her response :: “Sister, I don’t care about any of that. You said you don’t want to be alone, so I’m coming.”

    Not only did she make the trek from Greeley to Fort Collins, but she picked up another sweet friend along the way. They picked up lunch, they walked into my house, gave me the biggest hugs, and asked “What can we do?”

    My disaster of a house? They helped me clean it, and assured me it wasn’t that bad. They let me cry, they made me laugh, we listened to music, and most importantly…

    I. Wasn’t. Alone. 💕

    Mama, if you’re going through a rough season…know that you don’t have to do it by yourself. You don’t even have to know what you need — just start by asking to not be alone.

    I know there is someone in your life who will say to you “I’m on my way,” if only you’d ask.

    And Mama if you have a friend who you know is going through it, just offer to come and be there with her. Actually don’t offer…just tell her you’re coming.

    Because I guarantee she wants that more than anything, and she’s having a hard time being able to say it.

    Praying for all of you walking the tough roads right now…whatever that may look like for you, know that you’re not walking it alone! We love you, Mama! 💕

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/nocomomsblog/

     

  • This Is Forty!!!

    This is 40.

    1) I cannot do the whole ‘no make up make up look’ now. I might feel like I’m a natural beauty but in reality I look like a Victorian child with influenza who probably won’t make it through a harsh Winter.

    2) Nightclubs are hard work. End of sentence.

    3) I can no longer get over a hangover by 11am using only the power of an egg butty and a mug of tea. I now need an IV drip, complete and utter silence and about 72 hours of lying on a propped up cushion like a proper dying person watching nothing more brain testing than a reality show about stupid fat arsed people being stupid and fat arsed in California.

    4) Moisturisers do not in fact stop nor even improve fine lines and wrinkles.

    5) My hips randomly click sometimes. See also; toes, wrists, knees, unpredictable sharp pains in torso for no apparent reason – leading myself to think “oh, this is how it ends then?”.

    6) Friends will cancel plans and it will no longer feel disappointing – it will feel fucking DELICIOUS. Night on the sofa with a pizza whilst watching the steely gaze of Paul Hollywood as he goes down on an eclair? Sign me up Papa John!

    7) Chin hair.

    8)It is forbidden to pass a neighbour washing their car without quipping “Want to do mine next?”. See also; “Can I fit in your suitcase?” and “It’s muggy isn’t it? Very muggy. Needs a good pour down. That’ll sort it”.

    9) What the fuck is Snapchat all about?

    10) Things that are my friend; Gaviscon, middle of the night water drinking, a great mattress, exfoliating and naps.

    Things that are not my friend; High heels, bread, sitting on the floor, Jägermeister and washing my fanny with anything even slightly scented for fear of a raging unbridled bout of thrush.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/babywipesandwine/

     

  • Find Yourself Just One True Friend

    Find yourself a friend who will go to Costco with you on a Tuesday morning because errands and food samples are better together.

    Find yourself a friend who FaceTimes and texts even when she moves away.

    Find yourself a friend who will spend a day at the beach with you even though it means chaos and sand and poopy swim diapers and 700 meltdowns.

    Find yourself a friend who’s in it for the long haul.

    Find yourself a friend who thinks sitting on the living room floor with $1.00 Diet Cokes from McDonalds is a good time.

    Find yourself a friend who will laugh with you and at you too because we all need to not take life too seriously.

    Find yourself a friend who can hold a conversation between crying, spilled drinks, sticky hands, and potty training accidents.

    Find yourself a friend who you can trust with the your most sacred secrets and hardest struggles and who is a safe place for an ugly cry.

    Find yourself a friend that cheers for you with her whole heart.

    Find yourself a friend you don’t ever have to impress (not even by putting on a bra when she stops by).

    Find yourself a friend who will do life with you. Even when life means playgrounds and Target trips and kid’s meals and tantrums.

    Find yourself that friend, and be that friend too.

    Written by WONDEROAK Blog

     

  • May You Have Just One Friend Like This

    May you have that one friend.

    That one friend who you can spend all day with and not get tired of. Truly.

    That one friend who shows up at your house uninvited and knows she’s as welcome as if you’d had it planned for weeks.

    That one friend who loves and disciplines your child as her own.

    That one friend who sings your praises, cheers your victories, and calls out your bullshit.

    That one friend who asks how you are and actually listens to the answer.

    That one friend who brings you a donut for no good reason. (She knows that donuts are their own good reason.)

    That one friend who is so different from you that it doesn’t make sense for you to be friends, but somehow it totally works.

    That one friend who loves you in your pool hair & wet swimsuit as much as she does in your full makeup & prettiest dress.

    That one friend who you can ask to pray for you… and you know she actually does it. And vice versa.

    That one friend who sends you screenshots of funny memes that neither of you would dare re-post online.

    That one friend who knows that a vent session will not be held against her.

    That one friend who agrees that Taco Tuesdays should not be confined to only Tuesdays.

    That one friend who you can adventure with.

    That one friend who you can lay on the couch with and watch hours of cooking shows full of recipes that you know neither of you will EVER make.

    That one friend who knows the reason you turned down a night out is because you have strict plans to wear sweat pants and do nothing at home by yourself. And she loves you anyway.

    That one friend who has got your back. For real.

    That one friend who qualifies as a sister.

    May you have that one friend.

    (via Happy Like This)

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  • You’re going to lose people along the way, my friend

    You’re Going To Lose People Along The Way

    And it will hurt like hell….

    You’re going to lose people along the way

    People you thought you’d never lose.

    People you truly believed would always be there.

    And it’s going to hurt like hell.

    But that, my friend, is life

    People change, relationships change. Some evolve. Some disintegrate.

    Some people leave through no will of their own and that hurts the most. They didn’t want to go.

    But you, you will survive it all.

    You will.

    You will look back and realise that the people you need, really need, are still here.

    And that the other relationships you lost along the way, have taught you something that made you better.

    And that’s life.

    Hold close those, who are in your life now, and remember the ones who left, fondly. Even the ones who broke your heart.

    Regret nothing.

    Use the feelings of pain, to commit to a life here and now, a life where you take no one or nothing for granted. Where you cherish every minute with those people you love.

    You’re going to lose people along the way, my friend.

    But that is life.

    Every minute counts.

  • What It’s Like To Be British

    What it’s like to be British

    • Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    • Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    • Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    • Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door

    • Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    • Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    • Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    • The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    • The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    • “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    • Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    • Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    • Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    • Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    • Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    • Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    • Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    • Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    • Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    • Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    • The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    • Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    • Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    • Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    • “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    • Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    • “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    • Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    • Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    • Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    • Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    • Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    • Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    • The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    • Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

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