When Your Friends are the Sh*t

This past weekend I went on a girls weekend trip with three of my childhood best friends to San Luis Obispo. They’re the type of friends where sometimes months will go by without seeing each other but as soon as we do, it’s like nothing has changed. We jump right back into catching each other up on what’s going on in our lives and then the next minute are taking pictures of one another for future blackmail. (Me in a towel & shower cap is a real winner).

After this weekend, I was reflecting on how grateful I am for these three along with my other close friends. This past year has been a tough one for me. Some reoccurring health issues, having a second endometriosis surgery, learning how to navigate a long-distance relationship, along with a lot of unknowns/worries of what the future was going to look like in regards to if I was moving, finding a job, roommate, etc…(more info on that later). I’m not trying to have a pity party over here but my point is, I probably haven’t been the “easiest” friend this year at times. I’ve felt like I’ve needed my family and friends to lean on in a way that I haven’t before. It just made me think, THOSE friends/family members who are still there for you even in the moments where you might be exhausting, “needy” or sometimes not so fun to be around are seriously the most genuine and best friends anyone could ever have. It’s easy to be friends with someone when they’re fun, easy and always positive…but the friends who are there even in the midst of trials are a rare find. I’ve overall had a positive outlook this year and there’s a LOT to be thankful for (my stuff seems so trivial compared to what others are going through) but there have definitely been moments where I’ve been sad, emotional, frustrated, and probably sounded like a broken record. I just want to take a moment to say THANK YOU to those friends in my life who are always there. It makes me want to be a better listener, confidant, and friend for when the people in my life go through hard times because I know how much it’s meant to me.



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