Are you lucky enough to have old friends? I am talking those friends that knew you when you were a dorky middle-schooler and went by nicknames like “Spaz,” those that you spent hours “scooping the loop” with when you turned 16, or those that loved you when you were a brace-face (especially if that period was in college). If you are that lucky, join the club because I have the best old friends . . . and here is why:
- Explanations aren’t needed. When we are together, there is no rehashing our earlier lives. We were there. We know. We just get it.
- Laughter, especially until your stomach aches. There is a lot of that.
- We haven’t seen each other in months and we’ve played phone tag in-between . . . no hard feelings. Let’s just talk about life now. How do you feel, what’s going well, and more importantly what sucks? We want to hear it all because it all matters.
- Friends’ families = an extended family. Old friends’ parents, siblings, grandparents, husbands, children, in-laws, etc. become my family. It is a circle of love. Everyone cares.
- Memories. We each have a different perspective on our historic adventures. Being with my old friends is like spending time with living and breathing scrapbooks.
- Crowd-sourcing. Got a problem? Ask the group. It can be an unofficial poll or a group text. The trivial and the serious are better tackled as a unit sometimes . . . and even if you don’t take the advice, your decision is still supported.
- Being weird. My old friends aren’t afraid to let their freak flags fly. Being 100% you, even if it’s strange, is supported and encouraged.
- Role models. As old friends, we’ve experienced a lot of milestones together but we’ve also reach a few independently. There is someone to guide us in our future adventures.
- Diversity. Varying personalities, political beliefs, religions, and thoughts on bikinis vs. one-piece bathing suits make things interesting and better.
- Support. When I started this blog, I was scared. My audience was my 4 oldest friends. They read it and liked it. They cheered me on, and I still don’t care if they are the only ones who read it. It’s not a secret, but I am a big fan of them too . . . whether it’s raising two young children and maintaining a demanding career, going to grad school and saving lives, or leading crew in the Air Force and hiking mountains . . . I think my old friends are doing the greatest things!
Much love to all the old friends out there. Especially mine.