My True Best Friends

I am back to my (silly) life after an acute illness and short hospitalization. My recovery is going well, growing physically and mentally stronger everyday. There were many days of resting, and inevitably, contemplation. Thoughts of my family, friends, work, finances, pets, ways to improve relationships, yada yada yada. It is nice to have a girlfriend who cares about you, and comes to see me in the hospital. Karen will be only be a good friend, but not a BFF, I am afraid. Her Christian morals and convictions would keep her from understanding my pagan beliefs, and would undo our friendship very quickly. I am not willing to test it, either. It truly would be awesome to have a girlfriend I can be totally myself with. Maybe someday....... My co-workers who came to cheer me up at the hospital truly care about me and were genuinely concerned about me. I was surprised, and this sweet gesture really boosted my morale. This was all good, but I came to realize that the only true friends I can talk openly and frankly to, and who will not pass any judgment, are my husband John, and my sister Teresa. Although John is not the most romantic nor emotionally secure man that I would like him to be, he does know me best, and loves me despite it all, and I love him. Teresa and I are close, and we love each other dearly. I can confide in her, and trust her with my secrets and life's affairs, implicitly. You know, Tres will probably be the closest to a BFF as I will ever have.

The Beginning

Where to start this search from is not difficult to figure out....begin where I am at, at this very moment. My sense of self....how would I describe myself, what make me, me? I am an energy that occupies a human animal, conceived by Jack and Eleonora, fifty-three years ago. My childhood was remarkable, I suppose, in comparison, to my American friends. Certain events and periods in my youth certainly played an important part in how I view the world around me.