Best Friends

I have to confess...

Just yesterday I was telling my boyfriend I should start getting up at six a.m. so I could have a more productive morning... internetting, blogging, treadmilling, breakfast and coffee-ing... and then get to the studio at a reasonable hour. The alarm went off sometime around 7 and I couldn't get up. I finally got up around 8:15. Then I made some coffee and sat outside and finished reading this book. It's 11:20 am now. Too hot in my apartment to treadmill (that's what I like to tell myself) but certainly enough time to blog. I just wish I was getting to the studio way earlier. Who knew I would ever become a morning person? Of course, sleeping until 8 and reading all morning does not necessarily mean I'm a morning person I suppose.

But this is why I was reading all morning. I just had to finish this book. I cried and cried as I read the last few pages because it is all about the amazing and sometimes bittersweet bond of a childhood friendship. I have girlfriends now that I absolutely adore. They mean the world to me. But I also had that all important childhood friendship that slipped between the cracks with age. I still sometimes catch myself calling others by her name. I miss her and her family so much but honestly don't know how to make things the way they were again. Can we?

I think so many of us have this experience, that's why I whole heartedly recommend you read The Myth of You and Me by Leah Stewart. It will make you want to turn back time a revisit something you left behind. And maybe, just maybe, you will.