This morning, I met a friend for coffee and we chewed the fat for nearly two hours. I come to value my women friends more and more – I always have of course, but I’ve always been reticent and self-sufficient for most of my life. When a group of friends got together to dish the dirt, talk frankly about their lives and so on, I was the quiet one, and I didn’t search out a confidante either. But over the past few years I’ve changed a fair bit, realised that being reticent can look like being unfriendly and being incurious can look as if I don’t care. So I’ve become increasingly open, both to speak and to listen, and the kindness and love that I’ve often felt has been incalculable. M and I talked and later G and I talked, nothing startling but in both cases mutually supportive.
And while I’m being soppy (I’m not really, I’m quite chipper tonight), thank you too, those who are so often absolutely lovely to me. I do appreciate it.