I had a friend break up with me last night. Gawd that sounds so teen angst-y doesn’t it? It feels that way.
In short, because I grew a conscience and grew up, I ‘have changed’ too much to be her friend.
I am ok with that, I’ll claim it.
In fact I am going to flat-out embrace it. I *have* been going through a lot of changes this year. I’m rethinking my priorities, and realizing what is important to me. I’ve examined my values and found them lacking, and have worked to rectify that. I’ve found a focus with my writing, and I’m making goals. For the first time ever, I feel like I know who I am, what I want, and where I am going. I am dropping extra baggage, and only keeping what is important to me.
Sometimes change is good.