How was Christmas two days ago already? I know time seems to speed up when you get older but seriously, cool your jets. Anyway, Santa was extremely good to me this year. I had a great day with my family filled with laughs, love, and tons of food. I hope whoever is reading this had a great Christmas or if you don’t celebrate, you at least had a great day.
Lisa, Jessica, Nicole and I have been friends for, depending on how you count, just about 20 years. How many people could say that at 26 years old you have had the same people in your life for that long? Not many. We have been through pretty much everything together. Break-ups and break downs, homework, tests, parental problems, boy issues, unfortunate hairstyles and colors, misguided fashion attempts. Successes and failures. We have shared hopes, dreams, anxieties and bodily functions. We have dried each other’s tears, devised schemes, been each other’s voice of reason. We’ve lied and swore by it. There’s an unspoken pledge that we took with each other that no matter what, there we were.
I should explain our dynamic. Now here come the cliches. I could best describe our group as a mix of the Golden Girls and the women of Sex and the City. I know, I’m cringing too.
Jessica – Samantha/Blanche
Lisa – Carrie/ Dorothy
Nicole – Miranda/Rose (more Rose though because Miranda was the only one left. Sorry Nicole!)
Being friends for so long, we know to expect the unexpected from each other so when I got a phone call from Lisa this morning asking if I wanted to join her and Jessica on a trip to a New Age holistic store in the West Village did I ask any questions? Nope. I threw on some clothes and I was on my way. Lisa was on a mission for some aura cleansers so Jess and I wandered around the store. The incense must have gotten to us because we each walked out with a bag of stones.
Famished and holistically hopeful, we stumbled upon a cute little underground taco joint. As luck would have it, we were right on time for happy hour which included 3 tacos and a drink for $12. SCORE.
While we waited for our food the subject of my job and future came up. I hate this topic because no matter what anyone says I always feel like a failure and that my future looks bleak. I guess for someone like me who just can’t seem to grasp onto anything with a firm hold and who has minimal self confidence, this is a normal feeling. I just hate it. I hate the feeling of being alone in the boat even though I know I’m not. Anyway, we were talking about my options with my blog and how to spread the word about/where to go with it. I lamented that I felt like I had no ideas on what to write considering I have no kids, no boyfriend/fiance/husband, and I’m at a job that I can’t stand. And again, having minimal self confidence doesn’t help because I feel like everything I do write sucks. All of a sudden the lady across the aisle gets our attention and says:
How annoying is it when you open your Facebook newsfeed and all you see is pictures of people’s kids and cats? No one gives a shit about your kid or cat. Write about what you think. You have to have an opinion on things, so write about that.
I would like to point out that the same lady who was telling me that no one gives a shit about your cat had on a sweater with cats all over it. The irony was not lost on me. In all seriousness though, I appreciated the advice and it gives me something to think about. It might not give me anything to write about, but definitely to think about.
We met up with Nicole after our delicious linner. We went to the ELF studio store, Washington Square Park, and Barnes and Noble in Union Square. For the record, Nicole didn’t even bat an eye when we told her we started the day by buying stones, shells and feathers at Sticks and Stones in the Village.
Today left me with a lot of things to think about and figure out with the direction of this blog. But there’s a few things that I know for certain, Lisa will always have some adventure to drag us on, Jessica will always be cold when the temperature drops lower than 75 degrees, Nicole will never question a trip to buy stones, and as long as these things are true, I will always have something to write about.