“If you really loved me, you’d make time for me,” a friend scolded me last weekend, sitting on my couch at the tail end of a low-key party the roommate and I decided to host in honor of the last evening cool enough for a fire out back. It was close to 1:00 in the morning, my clothes and hair smelled like smoke from being out near the fire for hours, and I admit up to this point I’d been half asleep and only half paying attention to what was going on around me. This statement kind of jolted me. Mostly because while I feel guilty, there’s not really anything I can do about it for the next several weeks.
Here’s a little message for any and all friends who may share those sentiments. Know that I’m dying to make time for you, I really am. Sometimes even really great things have to be cut when prioritizing has to happen.
Meanwhile, thanks for bearing with me…for keeping faith in me. I’m still here! And until we’re able to really hang out again, I always love a quick email, a text message, even a postcard. And of course, prayers. Lots of them. Count on mine for you.