I feel sorry for Girl A.I see her all the time.
She’s an alcoholic, a shameless exhibitionist, and behind her eyes tell the story of a girl in tremendous pain.
Each day she dons her confident face and holds her head high despite obvious snickers and jeers.
Each time I see her I want to invite her for coffee so I can simply hear her story, because she has a story.
But I stop myself.
Why?
Because I can no longer accept everyone as friends.
There was a point in my life when I wore an “S” on my chest, swooping in faster than a speeding bullet to save people from their self destructive paths. I ignored the inquiring minds that wondered why we were friends and focused only on saving them and ensuring that they realized their potential.
I spent so much time saving them that I lost me. In hindsight, I saw that they rubbed off on me in ways that manifested as unhealthy behaviors and mindsets. While I thought I was leading them they were actually leading me off course and further away from my destiny. Soon, “me” was merely a conglomeration of all the people I allowed to affect my life.
This degree of wisdom only comes with experience. Yesteryears bumps and bruises ensure that a today filled with discernment and wisdom is possible. Today, I recognize that who I call friends and who I align myself with is hugely impactful upon how I fulfill my life’s purpose.
Selfish?
Nope.
For where I want to go, I require a core group from whom I can give and receive the tools necessary to bring our individual and collective dreams to fruition.
Well, Natasha, couldn’t you assist Girl A with getting on her way?
No, not before she wants to be on her way.
Life is interesting. When the student is ready the teacher always appears.
Until then, I’ll say a prayer.
