I've been meaning to write this post for a long time now...I mean I think about doing it almost everyday and then something sidetracks me...you know that little thing called life?
Anyway, this post is about being wrong. REALLY. REALLY. WRONG.
I don't like to be wrong, and I definitely have a hard time admitting it. It's not necessarily that I want to be right all the time, but...
you see, I'm a perfectionist, a Type A personality (if they even classify them that way anymore), I don't like to make mistakes. Not because of the mistake itself, but the fear of looking stupid is almost crippling to me! You ever hear that quote, something like, "better to be silent and appear stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubt?" Well ever since I was a child in school, even if I was 99.9% sure I had the right answer, I would seldom give it; all because of the .1% I might be wrong.
But I digress...
this post is actually about how GLAD I am that I was wrong. It's also about a very dear friend of mine, that I didn't know a few years ago would become so important to me.
You see, I've know this friend a really long time. Since I was 14 in fact, and that means I've known her almost 2/3 of my life! She's a little older than me and falls in between me and my Mom in age and is in fact really good friends with both of us (now).
For the purpose of this post, I'll call her Brandy (and she'll love that :-)).
So even though I "knew" Brandy since I was 14, I didn't really know Brandy until about 3 years ago.
What I knew of her was this:
She spoke her mind most of the time
She was talkative
Usually she wasn't the quietest person in the room
All of these are qualities that at some point we have shared. BUT before we began working together, I would never have thought we had so much in common or would become so close. JUST NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS would have guessed it!
I've never been happier to have been wrong!
It was through working together that I have really come to know her, love her, and depend on her...maybe more of all of those than she realizes. I've never been one with lots of girlfriends I could turn to in a crisis or time of need, either physical or emotional.
So there have been times, especially recently, when she has been my only refuge. Quite honestly, she's been my saving grace! She knows me for who I am, with all my flaws; she's seen me make poor judgements, as well as many mistakes these past few years.
And even though I don't go to her expecting her to take my side, she often does agree with me. If she doesn't, she very gently tells me why. Often, she shows me a perspective I may otherwise have missed.
She's not old enough to be my mother. She doesn't let her friendship with my mother affect her confidant status with me and she never shares anything I ask her not to with anyone.
Brandy is like the best of both worlds for me: mothering when I need it, BFF all the time.
I sincerely can say that I thank God often for her! I cannot imagine my life without her!
I AM SO GLAD I WAS WRONG!!
Love you, girl!
You know who you are!
Anyway, this post is about being wrong. REALLY. REALLY. WRONG.
I don't like to be wrong, and I definitely have a hard time admitting it. It's not necessarily that I want to be right all the time, but...
you see, I'm a perfectionist, a Type A personality (if they even classify them that way anymore), I don't like to make mistakes. Not because of the mistake itself, but the fear of looking stupid is almost crippling to me! You ever hear that quote, something like, "better to be silent and appear stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubt?" Well ever since I was a child in school, even if I was 99.9% sure I had the right answer, I would seldom give it; all because of the .1% I might be wrong.
But I digress...
this post is actually about how GLAD I am that I was wrong. It's also about a very dear friend of mine, that I didn't know a few years ago would become so important to me.
You see, I've know this friend a really long time. Since I was 14 in fact, and that means I've known her almost 2/3 of my life! She's a little older than me and falls in between me and my Mom in age and is in fact really good friends with both of us (now).
For the purpose of this post, I'll call her Brandy (and she'll love that :-)).
So even though I "knew" Brandy since I was 14, I didn't really know Brandy until about 3 years ago.
What I knew of her was this:
She spoke her mind most of the time
She was talkative
Usually she wasn't the quietest person in the room
All of these are qualities that at some point we have shared. BUT before we began working together, I would never have thought we had so much in common or would become so close. JUST NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS would have guessed it!
I've never been happier to have been wrong!
It was through working together that I have really come to know her, love her, and depend on her...maybe more of all of those than she realizes. I've never been one with lots of girlfriends I could turn to in a crisis or time of need, either physical or emotional.
So there have been times, especially recently, when she has been my only refuge. Quite honestly, she's been my saving grace! She knows me for who I am, with all my flaws; she's seen me make poor judgements, as well as many mistakes these past few years.
And even though I don't go to her expecting her to take my side, she often does agree with me. If she doesn't, she very gently tells me why. Often, she shows me a perspective I may otherwise have missed.
She's not old enough to be my mother. She doesn't let her friendship with my mother affect her confidant status with me and she never shares anything I ask her not to with anyone.
Brandy is like the best of both worlds for me: mothering when I need it, BFF all the time.
I sincerely can say that I thank God often for her! I cannot imagine my life without her!
I AM SO GLAD I WAS WRONG!!
Love you, girl!
You know who you are!
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