Finally Friday.

This article is resurfacing from a few years ago. In essence, the writer talks about how she didn’t make her husband “trying to leave” about herself and how it ended up saving their marriage. It’s a hard read for those that can imagine what that would be like — but her strength and outlook is pretty refreshing.

Girlfriends & Gal Pals.

Those girls, the ones I used to sit in my 1998 red Chevy Blazer with, day dreaming and arguing about who would be who’s maid of honor, aren’t those girls for me anymore. They weren’t the maid of honor at my wedding, they weren’t bridesmaids at my wedding… in fact, they weren’t even there.

An age of change.

The hard part is accepting the change, knowing that things can’t go back to how they were. All of my friends, the ones I’ve had, the ones I have and the ones I will have are going to change and move forward. I’m going to morph, mold and move with the way life flows. Maybe we’ll still be intertwined at the end of it all, maybe we won’t. It’s the won’t possibility that makes me sad and scared all at the same time.