The Wizard and I / Wicked
the other day Leza called me wanting to hang out. she teaches school, but is currently off track, and had nothing to do that day. so we planned to go to lunch. it was so odd to realize that the last time i had seen her in person was when she had gotten married last October. and yet we can have lunch and fit into a groove as if days have passed rather than years.
the only thing that erases itself from my memory is exactly how tall she is. i’m short. i’ve lived like this since puberty. i’m ok with my height. but when i stand next to leza i understand just how short i am. it is almost like standing in a hole next to someone standing on land, 5 feet above you. i felt like a dwarf next to snowwhite.
and what struck me as odd is that relatioships aren’t hard. i’ve made them out to be these difficult things and i often worry that aiden and i weren’t meant to be together because it just seems to easy. but being a friend isn’t hard. having a relationship isn’t hard. it is life that is hard. it is the things that get in the way, things that we let get in the way of friendship that makes it hard. and it is trying to mold your life into something you think it should be that makes these things hard.
picking up the phone and spending an hour or two with someone doesn’t take much. sure, you might follow a different politician or religion, but it is only when you let that get in the way that friendships can’t survive. you have to work at differences, you have to work at dealing with your problems rather than projecting them on others, you have to work at getting your craziness under control.
it’s time for me to stop making this harder than it is… as usual, and be a friend. if people don’t want my friendship that is their choice. but cutting people out of my life because it shouldn’t work on paper is just silly. and why shouldn’t i learn this lesson from the girl who brought aiden and me together… twice?
Great post! Another thing about great relationships, is that no matter how long it has been since you have last seen that person, it remains easy to be with them.
And with love relationships, we do sometimes have that instinctual reaction to complicate things to “protect” ourselves, which usually ends up hurting even more, thus confirming the pattern. As they say, happy people have no stories. Maybe they do, but people are too busy telling their sad ones to listen…
Oh yeah, and happy birthday!
so you don’t mind that i’m voting for mccain now that he put palin on his ticket?! thank god, cause that was going to make for an awkward weekend.
and happy birthday from me too. can’t wait to celebrate with you.