Hey Friend!
I hope you checked in on your heart this week, and if you did not have a moment, take one now, you deserve it!
In the realm of adulting, as we navigate the winding roads of life, there comes a time when we're confronted with questions that are both brilliant and, to some extent, rather unsettling.
Recently, one such idea has taken root in my mind, and it has me pondering: Who are my friends, really?
The more I delve into this idea, the more I'm struck by the unsettling realization that perhaps I don't have friends with whom I can embark on ventures or build something substantial. It's a peculiar sentiment, and it has led me to reevaluate not only my friendships but also my approach to connecting with others.
Now, my friends, let's unravel the tale of how it all began. Someone hit me with the classic advice, "Just reach out to your friends and see who's interested!" Sounds simple enough, right? But oh, it stirred up quite a rollercoaster of emotions
Firstly, I grapple with the discomfort of asking for help, particularly when I have little to offer in return. It's a familiar sentiment for many, I'm sure. There's a certain vulnerability that accompanies reaching out, even to friends, with an idea or a project. It's a vulnerability born from the fear of being a burden or an imposition.
Secondly, I find myself wondering whether I have cultivated friendships that align with my values and aspirations. Do my friends share the same passion and enthusiasm for the things that ignite my soul? It's a contemplation that leads to a broader question: have I failed to share enough of my authentic self with my friends, or is it a matter of not having kindred spirits in my circle?
These questions have stirred within me a somewhat disconcerting realization. When the time came to share my idea, It was hard pinpointing individuals among my friends who would jump at the idea of building something.
This introspection has naturally led me to ponder the passage of time and the choices we make along our journey into adulthood. It prompts me to ask: what did I use my youth for? Where are all the friends I was supposed to have made? The road to self-discovery reveals that, at times, we outgrow the connections we once held dear.
Yet, amidst the sea of unanswered questions, a profound thought emerges – what if it's time to make new friends? The prospect is undeniably intimidating, a leap into the unknown.
However, it's an idea I find increasingly challenging and undeniably worth exploring. What if making new friends isn't a testament to our failure as friends in the past? What if it isn't a sign that we lack friends altogether?
What if making new friends is merely an indicator of our growth, a testament to our evolving identity and desires? How can we reassure ourselves that this choice is an integral part of our personal development, a sign of courage, rather than an admission of inadequacy?
As I navigate this territory of friendship and growth, I invite you to embark on this introspective journey with me. Let's dare to question and reevaluate our social circles, embracing the idea that change, even in the form of new friendships, is a beautiful facet of personal growth. For it's through embracing change that we evolve and, in the process, redefine the bonds that truly matter.
Are you or have you been at a similar crossroads in your journey of adulting and friendships? Share your thoughts and experiences with me in the comments below.
Let's learn, grow, and navigate adulting together!
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