Tonight I had a long talk with an old friend...

Let me define "old."

"Old friend" means--we went through the good and the bad together, and hey, we're still friends.  

It's the who would have thunk that we would make it--but we did kind of friendship.  The kind that you treasure in hindsight and still hold on to because you really do value that person.  And although the right opportunity to express it has passed, you're not going to miss that second chance.

I kind of like "old friend," it has a kindling to it.  It has history and present, and there's room for future.

It's also the last three letters of the word "gold," which I happen to think was birthed by the combination of adding "good" and "old" together, as in the phrase, "good old friend," or in other words, "gold friend."

I just hope my "gold friend" isn't offended at this phrase, and think it relates in any way to the fact that we're over 30.  ;O)  It was nice seeing you Em.

Nicki

A well of a woman, beyond the box of this modern world.

She is still deep and elusive.  An anomaly, an enigma, a Mona Lisa.  Someone that easily confuses those that need to put a label on people.   

Now, she's a wife of 10 years and a mom of four beautiful children.  I see her differently and yet I see her the same.  This girl that is 14 years older than 17.

I have much to be grateful for her--She brought me back to Jesus and corrected me in her loving way.  She stood by my side when I made a wrong choice and cried tears that I was too numb to feel.  She laughed and still does at my zaniness, and forgives my faults, my stumbling words and my absences when I should have been present.  I am so grateful to be loved by her and I just want to say, "Thank you Nicki".

The effects of ONE comment

Having a new blog is like buying a new pair of shoes that you really shouldn't have, but you did.  You allow Conscience to have it's way for a while, not wearing it, but maybe trying it on here and there, letting it linger in the closet, seeing whether it'll truly claim it's space among your other pairs, overcoming Conscience's desire to throw it out.

And then one day you tell one friend, one solitary morsel of a friend, about your secret new pair of shoes and she confirms it for you.  Yes.  Wear it, use it, do-the-blog.

So now, I have ripped off the price tags, for better or worse, ready to enjoy my newly purchased blog and trample around in this cyberscopic world.

Fearless

Lesson 1: I can Blog and be a blogger and have no qualms about it.

Question 1: What is a qualm?

Answer 1: Qualm (noun)

1. a sudden attack (as of nausea)
2. a sudden feeling of doubt, fear, or uneasiness especially in not following one's conscience or better judgement

Enlightenment 1: I have broken through and can no longer go back.  I am blogging.