The many pieces of me stare back at me on just one page.
Kindergarten friends. Elementary friends. Neighborhood friends. Cousins I didn't get to spend much time with. High school best friends. College cohorts. People I worked with from near and far.
Best friends.
Past boyfriends.
Old Teachers.
Childhood Pastors.
Each night, after we tuck Caden into bed,(and a few minutes here and there during the day) I climb onto my couch, flip open my laptop, for what I call Facebooking time. It's when I get to reconnect with people from my past and my present all in one sitting. It's beautiful in a way, because with each facet of friendship and connection, I pick up the pieces of the woman I am with each face and each memory.
And, as I learn things about all of these people, I am learning that we're all as much alike as we are different.
We're all new and old and learning together. I've rekindled girlfriend relationships, and even rebuilt a bridge over troubled waters. It's been more than worth it to be a part of this silly, yet somehow meaningful connection. There are definitely signs that we're aging, yes, but that we're essentially who we've always been.
So yes, I admit it....I'm thankful for Facebook and the sanity and escape it gives me throughout my days.
1 comment:
Beautifully put!
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