feeling.blessed

I am so blessed! Why you ask? Didn't your last post say something about having so much to do that you can't get it done? Yes, that is true. I can never accomplish all that must be accomplished in a day or a week or a lifetime. So blessed? Yes, blessed.

I spent Friday night playing cab driver for some friends. We decided to go to the drive in. Now for those of you who are unfamiliar with this great American institution go out and rent some movie set in the 50s. For those who think that drive in's are only used for swap meets, some actually still show movies. I know, crazy.

My point is, friends. No, not the sitcom but real people who understand you, or at least want to and try. People you can call up and talk too. People who call you up to talk. People you can be real with and who aren't afraid to be real with you. People with issues and struggles and trials and ideas and hopes and dreams. Some shared and some almost incomprehensible. People to laugh with. People to cry with. People to seek out adventures with. People to sit silently and ponder with. People to ask questions. People who admit when they don't know the answers. People who still want to find the answers. People to meet for breakfast. People to drop in on. People to have drop in. People to encourage. People to challenge. People to stay up late with. People to get up early with. People who wait. People to wait for. People to go with. People to come back to. People you know for two days. People you know for two decades. People to share life with. People in California. People in Boston. People to love others with.

You know, friends.