A Soft Place To Land—A Story About Friendship
Life 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.
The pace seems to have picked up. There’s always somewhere I need to be and something I’m scrambling to catch up on. I don’t get to see my friends as much as I’d like. Mostly it’s a quickie phone call here, a funny text there. Like I said, we mid-lifers have commitments and responsibilities out the whazoo.
However…
If I should need a friend, 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 use it in casual conversation at least twice today. Hilar.
I saw this quote the other day and it spoke to me. We 40-ish-ers are into that sort of thing. Quinoa, yoga, e-books, essential oils, and new-agey quotes rock our world.
“There’s a gift of quiet blessing only friendship can impart, for a friend shares life with gentle hands, kind words and a caring heart.”
When life threatens to knock you down, and you’re looking for a safe place to land, seek out a friendly bosom. “Mi bosom es su bosom,” as they say.
Here’s the quote in a pretty “pinnable” form because we mid-lifers are also mildly obsessed with Pinterest.
