An Ode to Friendship

This is a blog I don’t think that I ever expected write. Perhaps it’s just the fact that I’m now at an age when I can no longer ignore the fact that I really am getting older or, perhaps, it’s that I’ve worked hard at sorting my life out. Likely, it’s a combination of the two, with the emphasis on the latter.  Whatever, I now live a more stable life than I’ve ever done and not before time, you might say. And I would be hard pushed to disagree with you.

You see, the reality is that I spent much of my childhood and most of my adult life living a series of emotional highs and lows. From the outside, it may have seemed stable but that it certainly wasn’t. That didn’t stop me living that life although it was largely one determined by my own lack of self belief. Well, those feelings haven’t quite gone away, however, they no longer determine my actions as they did. Something that is evidenced in a number of areas, foremost of which is that I’ve now been happily married for nearly 25 years, although you’d need to check with Gaynor to see if she feels the same way! I live in an area and a flat that I really enjoy and doings things that I long dreamt of doing but never thought that I would, notably writing. Lastly, I’m much less of that loner that I was and have started really taking friendships on board. This last, letting people in, a bit of a revelation to me.

So this is a bit of a “thank you” to those friends, most of whom probably saw behind the mask anyway. Here, indeed, is to friendship, if a little awkwardly.