THE TIME HAS COME, FRIENDS!
This December, Unlearning Blog will undergo exciting changes to reflect my growth as a blogger and new directions for my writing.
Tag: Friendship
No, I don’t want your products. Yes, I still want to be friends.
To be fair, I’m a blogger. I get it. Marketing is an essential piece to any business or brand.
And every so often, I get that same awkward eye contact that you do by a friend. They worry that somehow they’ve disappointed you by not supporting your efforts, your passion.
But, for myself, I have nothing tangible to offer – only words of encouragement voiced from the trenches of early parenthood.
So I know it’s different. But I want to share a secret that I’ve learned to overcome the psychological distress of rejection.
People who love you don’t always say “yes”.
Continue reading “No, I don’t want your products. Yes, I still want to be friends.”
Tired Parent vs. Good Friend
Excuses. Those of us who parent young children are good at making them.
Perhaps too good.
Can Gratitude Change Your Life?
Five years ago, I would have never asked myself such a question. Life was demanding, of course, but I still found time for phone calls, thoughtful e-mails, and my calling card: handwritten thank you notes.
Then came the babies.
The Week I Said “Yes”
One pool party.
Two water park adventures.
One playdate.
Two cookouts.
One birthday party.
It was an experiment of sorts. What happens when you participate in every family-friendly social activity you are offered over the course of seven days?
The Friendship Paradox
Thirteen years ago, I graduated from high school, and my confession is this: I only actively communicate with one friend from the first 18 years of my life.
When I was younger, someone told me that the older you get, the more you will long for the people who knew you when you were young. I couldn’t agree more and, in recent years, have found myself missing those childhood friends.
To where, then, do they disappear?
They go to college.
They invest in romantic relationships.
They pursue professional opportunities.
They have children.
This is the secret held by the other side of adulthood: Friends don’t keep.
