Sure, You’ll Lose Some People; but Real Friends? Nah, You’ll Never Lose Those

Someone I’ve known for a bit over fourteen years just became the director of the not for profit organization, where she has worked since we both left the military. She invited me to a party that will celebrate the accomplishment. I called her with my congratulations, told her how thrilled I was for her… and apologized because I won’t be able to make it; the trip would be too hard on my back.

A few days after the conversation took place, she emailed me. Her one thousand and sixteen word message started with, “I intend no offense, but…” Most of the text explained that she was “disappointed in both of us. We both should’ve fought harder for our friendship,” she said, and closed the email with, “I don’t want to hurt you, but friends tell each other the truth. If you let your being ill rule everything you do you’ll find yourself without friends.”

I’m sharing this because a very young Wicked Darling—wave at her, she’s probably reading this post—was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease not that long ago. Her symptoms are severe. Her dietary requirements make my eating restrictions seem like a joke. She is yet to figure out a way to eat out with her friends, which doesn’t cause her enough anxiety to murder her appetite. She can’t drink alcohol, and most of her friends socialize around a drink or three… so things tend to get tense when going to the bar or club comes into the equation.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said, tears wetting her words. “I will lose all my friends.”

“No, you won’t,” I told her. “Sure, you’ll lose some people; but real friends? Nah, you’ll never lose those.”

I can speak of this with some authority. I’ve lost many people in my nearly four decades of sexiness (and extreme modesty *cough*). Not because I’ve done something wrong; not because they were selfish bastards; but because certain relationships die when we can no longer nourish them in the way we used to.

And it’s quite all right to mourn these losses… for a short time. Then we must move on.

The world is full of acquaintanceships brought together by common interests. Friendships are rarer and much more complex; they are nurtured by a mutual understanding of life and living, shared by individuals who attend The Party of Each Other’s Lives for more than food or booze.

Would you care to share your thoughts on this matter, my Wicked Luvs?

Embrace the Moment, by Gina Morley“Embrace the Moment”, by Gina Morley

This is part of Gina’s description of her painting and creative process (and my reason for choosing it for this post): “Magaly likes ‘dark and sexy’… and dancing 😀 I used dictionary pages, containing words such as ‘dark’, ‘dancing’, ‘light’, ‘sincere’ you get the idea 😀 I used red and yellow (plus the blue of my hand[prints]) because Magaly is an intensely primal being, so primary colours… I believe she would also admit to being a very ‘fiery’ faerie 😀 so red and yellow also represent the flames of her passionate nature… then a layer of black glaze… cos she likes the darkside 😀 Looks a bit pink here, but it is red acrylic let down with glazing medium… and the grey area is iridescent paint that shimmers when you walk by… just like Magaly 😀 I was going to call it ‘Dancing in the Dark’, but felt ‘Embrace the Moment’ suited it better for now”. Visit Daydream Believer to read the complete post.

Flying towards Balance

All right, mayhap“flying” is too swift of a word, since the process towards reclaiming my muscles and balance is going sooo s l o w… But I’m definitely moving forward (and steady) into the land of not-having-to-sleep-half-my-days-and-most-of-my-nights away. Yesterday, I went through the last of a series of treatments for my tummy, intestines and colon—don’t ask for details, or I might feel the share them, and disgust you all the way to oblivion… Let’s just celebrate that it’s over for now.

My next few months of blogging will probably be full of tales, poems and posts that will dance with the horrors of health-prompted dieting and the delights of seeing my sexy lady lumps lose one pound of oppressing plump at a time. The weight I’ve put on while being nearly sedentary, and going from medication to medication, is something that worries me. Diabetes keeps on winking at me, whispering, “We have history, witchy woman. I’m at home with most of your family *wink, wink*.” My plan is to do all I can to eye-gouge the bastard. The idea of adding another chronic illness to my repertoire makes me a little sick. Ha! Rereading that last sentence made me laugh aloud.

I’m getting better; I foresee my life getting back to its usual rhythm by the end of this week. Fingers crossed, right? The “getting better” bit was supposed to start happening two weeks ago, but there was a complication with my asthma medication… and the results of said complication prescribed some more rest. Well, I’m rested. Okay, all this resting is getting on my nerves. I miss moving, doing, being…

By the way, if you haven’t read “As Deliciously Geeky as Me”, take a look-see; go a little wild… perhaps enter my post BookCon giveaway? It closes tomorrow, June 9th, at 11:59 EDT. At the moment, my eyes aren’t closing on me… so I get to spend a couple of hours lurking around your cyber-homes. I’m curious to read/see/feel the things you shared while I was sleeping… Were they wicked and fun and delicious?

Witch in JeansThis lovely photo is the work of Judy Stearns. I’ve had it for five years. I framed it (myself *cough*). I took this picture of it, by accident. And I like it so much that I wanted to share it.