never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
Last week I met a few gals for a cup of coffee. One of my friends was in a mood of sorts, and everything she said seemed to leave a sting or a silence at our little rickety, round café table. It felt ridiculous to continue to sit there and ingest her poisonous ranting. Finally one of the ladies got up, having had enough, smooched a couple of us on the cheek and left with a brisk “whatever.” Then another friend followed. I sat there, uncomfortable, upset, trying to calculate what was happening. There were just two of us then, me and my wrecking ball of a friend who seemed to be upsetting everyone. Hurt, but concerned, I asked her, …