I’m not calling my friends soft but, they are. Not in a doughy“Gym? What gym?” kind of way. But in a gentle, comforting, curl up in their bosom and nestle, kind of way. Not that I curl up in their bosoms. There is absolutely no bosom nestling going on. Except for that one time at that Christmas party and it was mostly innocent.
Life for so many of us is stressful these days. Like REALLY stressful. I have no idea why, it just is. Maybe it’s because a lot of serious stuff goes on “mid life.” Good god, we’re middle aged. I’m just going to go ahead and glaze over that statement.
I don’t get to see my friends very often. Mostly it’s a quickie phone call here or a funny text there. Like I said, we mid-lifers have commitments and responsibilities out the whazoo.
If I should need a friend, and I have this past few weeks, I have only to reach out with a faint whimper and as if by bat echolocation or some kind of emotional ESP, they are there—with wine and wisdom and of course, their soft bosoms. Just me or is the word bosom absolutely hilarious? I challenge you to try to use it in casual conversation at least twice today. Do it! I dare you.
I saw this quote the other day and it spoke to me. We mid-lifers are into that sort of thing by the way. Quinoa, yoga, e-books, Fitbits and new agey quotes rock our world.
When life threatens to knock you down, and you’re looking for a safe place to land, seek out a friendly bosom. FYI, I gained a few pounds over the past few years, so my bosom is fairly ample. So feel free to land on me any time.
Here’s the quote in a pretty “pinnable” form because we mid-lifers are also mildly obsessed with Pinterest.