Strive To Be A Millionaire … in Friends

We build too many walls and not enough bridges.  – Isaac Newton

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Morton Park, Wellesley, MA 2013

Bridge is a connection between one piece of land and another. One person and another. One person and a group. One group and another group.

In most situations, it is always better to build bridges than to burn or break them.

When a bridge gets too old or becomes weathered it may naturally fall apart. And that’s okay. A bridge, like a relationship,  exists for a reason, a season or a lifetime. But it all depends on where it is, what it is made of and who maintains it.

Luckily, we can rebuild bridges too.

In the past couple of years, I have focused a lot on myself and have let my bridges start to crumble. As a multipotentialite, a dreamer, an overthinker I lose sight of my relationships with my colleagues, friends, and family. I struggle to focus on one thing and become encompassed in the many skills I want to learn, problems I want to solve, places I want to visit, topics I want to explore and books I want to read. The social side of my four-fold life begins to dwindle … and my mental side takes over!

The truth of it is … is that we can’t truly reap the benefits of any of these things unless we have someone to share them with.

So I would like to apologize to those on the opposite ends of my bridges. I am going to try harder.

Today I read:

“I dare you to develop the fine art of finding, making and keeping friends by genuine giving of your time and personality to others.”

“…You can’t grow socially unless you help others grow also.”

~ William H. Danforth, I Dare You!

We mustn’t let our creativity, our career, or our stress keep us from being social. Share your thoughts and listen to others. In an act of reminiscence, networking, or just plain thoughtfulness.

Today I urge you to reach out to someone from your past or someone you see in your future. Give your time and personality to others because “A millionaire in money is nothing compared to a millionaire in friends.”

Whether it be a Facebook message, a text, a comment on a blog, an email, a phone call, or a good old-fashioned handwritten letter, the tiniest bit of thoughtfulness can make the world of difference.

Build them from scratch or rebuild and revamp. Take care of your bridges <3

“The only way to have a friend is to be one.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Adulting four-fold life

We're Gonna Be Best Friends

It’s hit me. I’m already losing my childhood memories. I am twenty-two, I am still in school, I am in my “adulting” phase…there’s lots of things on my mind but I haven’t traveled to the past in a while. The topic for today is Imaginary Friend and the truth is I don’t remember if I had an imaginary friend. I feel like I was definitely the type of kid that would have an imaginary friend but he/she/it obviously didn’t leave a very big impression on me so maybe we didn’t get along, if he/she/it grew up along side me we definitely grew a part and are of different crowds in the world.
I do, however, remember my first real “BFF,” which now that I think about that, the forever part of our friendship may not seem to be true in the sense that we still hangout, but the memories…those will last forever.
On the first day of first grade I sat at the tiny desk with my name on it, a girl sat next to me at her tiny desk and the first thing I said to her was, “We’re gonna be best friends.” Wouldn’t ya know it, we became best friends. I was shy then too, I’m surprised I was so forward but apparently the tactic worked.
Me and this girl got our ears pierced together. We joined cheerleading together. We went trick-or-treating together. We ate stuff-crust pizza and we watched the movies Enough, Gothika and Wrong Turn more than the average person ever has.
Gosh, we used to pretend we were fishing in the ditch in front of her old house…we would catch fish (leaves) with our fishing poles (sticks)….that’s right we basically sat there in a ditch stabbing leaves with sticks..we had top-drawer imaginations. Also, I can never thank her enough for teaching me how to ride a bike, how to rollerblade…how to be a little adventurous. I was a big chicken as a kid and let’s face it I wasn’t that coordinated but having a friend who believed in me, that was nice to grow up with.
As time passed we branched out. In middle school and high school we joined different clubs, played different sports, had different friend groups. But the great thing was we were never hostile, we just drifted a part. Still today I think we can both look back at our friendship in fondness. We have friends in this world for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And even if it isn’t a lifetime, something from that person still stays with you…a lesson, a skill, a memory, something!
So thank you (if ever you read this, you know who you are), for being my first real friend. Thank you for finding my tooth in your front yard the time we were eating brownies on your front porch. I wish you and your wonderful family ever happiness and success in this world. And I am so sorry for the time I kicked that exercise ball out from underneath you and you fell flat on your butt.
Peace and love, my friend.

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