Moving on
I have got so much to look forward to, but I keep the sense of honouring the past present. My friends from across the ages of my middle-aged life are so precious to me now. I was reading today in the dermatologists about all the different types of friend a woman can have; best friend, old friend, new friend, school mate, college mate, etc, and how each has an essential role in our lives that should never be disregarded. I was not a great friend when I was younger. I didn’t see the true worth of my friendships and lost a few. Neither is it good to cling, mind you. I like to imagine that we are all connected or threaded together by the design of life, and that line is activated by thought of the other. Good thoughts, or bad memories. I want to consciously work on creating good memories, and this has become so sharply pulled into focus by having a child to think about.
