Not too long ago, I was enrolled in an English Composition class my freshman year of college. It was a strange time for me since I was getting over a guy named…we’ll call him Jordan, who had completely went ghost on me. I was 18 years old and constantly asking myself what it was that I had done so wrong. I turned to writing. We had an assignment where we had to define a word of our choice and write an entire essay explaining our own personal definitions. I chose the word friendship.
During the time after Jordan had gone ghost on me, I was a confused wreck just going through the motions of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and then Monday again. It was also a time where I found out who my friends really were. Friends are the people who are there for the good, the bad, and the ugly in your life and wow, was my life at its all time low around this time.
Let me not get too ahead of myself just yet and enlighten you with this fact, there’s a difference between being popular and just being a known misfit. I bring this up because I talked to the same two people every day in high school which are my best friends Briana and Marissa. These two are sisters to me. I was never given a sister biologically, but I am perfectly happy with the two that I sought out for myself. Anyways, I remember texting Marissa about everything that was going on when things were good. I am not one that is open to expressing my feelings, but this was never an issue with my two sisters. I remember coming home one night and in the back of my mind and in my heart…I somehow knew that I was never going to see Jordan again.
Even though I had a feeling this was coming, it didn’t prepare me for the sense of forlorn that I was carrying and the wonders of what was so wrong with me that made Jordan ghost me. I was in a situation that I saw in movies and TV shows all the time and would think to myself that I was never going to be “that” girl. I couldn’t change the past, so with the help of my two best friends, I was able to get over the feeling of believing that I was not good enough. I was able to build trust in others again. I was able to build a stronger relationship with myself by loving and respecting myself more.
I look back at how my friends really came through for me when I went through this. Now-a-days, I have friends who are willing to open up to me about their situations and I may not have a solution for them, but I am always there to listen to them. Sometimes that’s all you really need. I value every single friend that I have and I firmly believe that there is a reason why I have crossed paths with each and every one of them. I will always love my friends more than they’ll ever know. I still have a small group of friends, but I would give my last breath for them all.
There really was no point of this blog being fashion related, but tonight I found myself laying in bed and thinking about all the faces that I enjoy seeing or the fact that my world just stops and all my attention goes to them when I see their name pop up on my phone. I think that it is important to remember our friends no matter where life seems to be taking us or whatever else is going on. I love being Alamo City Sara, but I will honestly be more than happy just being happy-go-lucky Sara without an h any day.
Have a great week everyone and do not allow yourself to be so caught up making a living that you forget to make a life! Stay Stylish 🙂