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Lifer

In my first post of the month NaBloPoMo, I wrote about how nervous I was at starting a blog, I was freaking the hell out in case someone read the blog, in case someone didn’t read the blog, I mean gosh what if someone commented or liked it.

In the last 22 days a very minimal amount of people knew that I had started writing. I mean I don’t know how on earth I am going to get another 999,985 people to follow me, so that I can have brands throw their products at me (read about that story here)  when I am such a nervous Nellie about people finding my blog.

My worst fear came last night when a message popped up on the ME blog Facebook account. The private message was from one of my oldest and most cherished friends.  I was putting my phone on charge and saw the message pop up, I dropped  that smart little piece of technology like it was on fire. I think I have a bruise on my ribs from my heart pounding on them so hard.  I had a million questions running through my panicked head. First one was – How did she find it, second one was what does she think.

I have known this gorgeous woman since we were 13.  She was my very best friend, from the moment I meet her in our year 9 form class. So many funny memories with this gorgeous chick. I cheated off her in a Japanese exam and I got the better mark, she tried to teach me how to use roller blades and I took every bit of skin off my knees, we watched Maverick and Goose fly the skies in fighter jets hundreds of times, most Friday nights we would get all dressed up in our finery and hit the local under-age blue light disco, I remember getting what felt like 3rd degree sunburn after a Sunday of jet skiing, I went into mourning the day she told me she was leaving school,I had a huge argument with a nurse on the maternity ward where she had her first born, because the Nazi like Florence Nightingale wouldn’t let me in to see my bestie 5 minutes early. I remember many trips out and about in her first car which was a little light blue Toyota Corolla. She was a surprise guest at my wedding and can’t even describe how ecstatic I was that she was able to be there.   This lady is one of those types of friends that no matter if it has been 2 months or 2 days since we have seen each other, we pick up where we left off. We have this cool connection, where we will text each other at the same time, or suggest coffee or wine or catch up on the same day.

I love the saying that people are in your life for a reason, a season or your life.  She is a lifer.

So when I saw her message on my phone I freaked, I went to bed without reading the message because I was to nervous. This is what I found on the message, this morning when I read through nervous but happy tears .

I spied a blog that somebody has been keeping quite. I am so envious. Have been wanting to start one for so long but I am scared….as you know I always have so much to say but people will think I am nuts. Plus I have no idea how to start one. I am so god damn proud of you. I love you xxx

I love you too xx

I love, love, love the featured image. Made us both smile one day x

saggy boobs

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3 thoughts on “Lifer

  1. Love it!! and like your friend, I have often thought about writing one too…. one for old shiela’s to vent or say what p*#$#d them off today.
    I may just have to have another little think about it now …..thanks to your courage to have a crack!
    Thank you, you lovely girl xoxo
    Sharon

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