This has been a highly charged week in this ever so peaceful life of mine :) (yes. I'm still practicing the power of attraction :)
I'm in love with Rascal Flatts and Carrie Underwood's version of "God Blessed the broken road" :)
It gives me hope. Hope for what? I have no clue really. I know that it fills me with hope in the future.
"Every long lost dream, led me to where you are,
Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern Stars,
Pointing me on my way,
Into your loving arms,
This much i know is true,
That God Blessed the broken road that led me straight to you."
Tell me those were not the most beautiful lyrics you've heard in a while.
I think it's original version was done by Selah. I stumbled upon it sometime last year, and well, i've had a soft spot for Selah ever since.
As i type it's been on repeat for about 5minutes now. It's about 4 minutes long so as you can imagine, it will be replayed, and replayed until God knows when :)
Yes. Back to the issue at hand.
Today i had a phonecall from a good friend. A best friend actually.
I hurt this friend earlier this week, when i stood him up, and didn't speak to him till about 2hrs after the appointed time :/
Unlike me? Truth. The ever punctual to important dates Cinna that i am, well, just didn't show up :(
I've been really sad about it, and well,..i've sulked for the last two days. But then he calls this evening, and he tells me that he loves me and he's forgiven me. Apparently, i've infiltrated his life so much he can't stay mad at me coz he can't stand not talking to me.
Wow.
Now that's what friendship is about.
He called me, and i'd been crying my eyes out about a towtally unrelated matter, but listening to him, reminded me of all the great things i have going for me. That i have a FANTASTIC support system of people who love me.
And not just love me, but love everything about me, regardless.
They'll laugh when i'm silly, or when i've blundered so badly and on the verge of tears.
They'll hold me while i weep. I've never really known the art of gentile crying. I just wail when i cry. And no. I do not have a pretty crying face!
They'll pick up calls from me at 2am telling them stupid things like how much i miss something. Or reminding them of silly incidences.
They'll be supportive even when they see me go down a path they don't agree with.
They love me anyway. And when anything goes wrong, they'll tell me. When they're mad. They're mad. We yell, we disagree. We hug, we forgive, we love.
So what if i talk gibberish? huh? so what???
They love my gibberish!
Now the realisation of that fact can be quite liberating to this girl, and anyone in general i would imagine!
This post had a direction believe it or not! I forget!
Blogging makes me somewhat brain dead. The irony, i know. I think my notebook is quickly winning this battle.
The war however,.. well that is a distinctly different matter.
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