We sat on opposite sides of a black metal table. It was warm but comfortable in the breezeway between two restaurants; we were enveloped in the clamor of passing conversations and street sounds, but it was just white noise.
I was focused on the her. We’d waited weeks for this opportunity to chat face to face and I was fully present. I asked a direct question, the sort that you have to earn the right to ask. In the moments that followed, a sort of holiness fell over that place. She opened her heart and honest, hard things spilled out on a table turned altar. I was on sacred ground.
In due time she asked about my writing; I chose to reveal a little chagrin over the failure of certain important people in my life to be fully supportive. I lamented that they didn’t share my posts; heck, I admitted that I was pretty sure they weren’t even reading them.
“Why do you need their approval?”
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And stay tuned for a special post next week in honor of my wedding anniversary…and my birthday! Have a happy and safe 4th of July, dear friends!
Love this one. I so struggle with approval and it’s friend guilt myself. Cheryl
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I’m glad it spoke to you…I love how transparent you are, but we all have such vulnerable hearts when we expose them by forgetting the truth!