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what was the thing that we learning if girl scouts? make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold. do you remember that? growing older and thinking about my support system i have realized that this is very true. some of my dearest friends are like gold to me. they have been there for me through thick and thin, the don't judge me and my decisions, they always give positive and negative criticism and they will always be there for me when i absolutely need them.




in the past year i have had some golden friends move away to other states or other major cities and without really knowing it at first, it has taken a toll on me. i feel like those are the girls that i know the most about. i could go with any of them to a coffee shop, sit, drink, and not have to say anything at all because just being is so satisfying. i haven't lost them as friends but without them close to me sometimes it's hard because i cannot express my feelings in person and for some situations it's just not enough. i feel out of touch.



i always joke around with my husband, family or co-workers saying that i don't really care for girls. i say that if i had a preference i would much rather hang out with boys than girls because boys just don't have the drama that girls do. they just go with the flow without stirring anything up. it's just more calm when hanging out with guy friends. but from time to time, i go back and forth on this. it's so nice to have friends that are just as 'crazy' as you are and just understand that you are having a moment. they always let you have the moment and usually don't question you about it too much. boys don't understand the moment of craziness from the time it starts until the time it ends.



so, thank you to my friends, near and far, for who you are in my life and the experiences we've had together. i'm sorry that some of us aren't close enough to express our feelings or just see each other, daily or weekly or even monthly. i care for you and i truly treasure who you are in my life.

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