My favorite thing about coming back to LA is spending time with my friends. I’ve known them since college (or soon after), and they understand me better than I understand myself. And vise versa. It’s like I never left, and the conversation picks right up where it left off.
I’m sure you have these friends, and you treasure them with all of your heart.
Tonight I revealed an anxiety I have been harboring for some time now. As scary as it is to just think about, I wasn’t afraid to share it with them. They each had a very unique perspective and gave their honest opinion. I know that sounds fundamental for a friendship, but unfortunately people aren’t always as honest as you would like them to be.
(Side note: I am learning that honesty exists in many forms: support, criticism, empathy, circumstance, etc. The key is to learning how to balance where the truth lies and how it can be constructive for your friend. I am still attempting to find the happy medium; it’s not easy.)
I am truly fortunate to have two of my best friends in my life at all times (I mean hourly). At the same time, I appreciate the opinion of those who knew me before I moved to NYC. Or before I moved to LA.
My Dad always says, “it’s your perspective, your reality.” I couldn’t agree with him more. But, a new point of view can be refreshing. At least give it a shot, if it doesn’t work, you go back to square one.
I’m rambling, my apologies.