My “other daughter” Kira is staying with us for a week. Her visit was one of my early Christmas presents. We had coffee with Paula yesterday morning, then went to Coyote Den to meet with Alison, my friend and Crossfit trainer.
Driving in to Canon City, Kira and I talked about friendship. I’ve lived in Colorado a couple of years now, and I have several good friends. Friends that I can laugh and have fun with, meet for coffee, call if I need help. It took a while, because I’m really picky about who my close friends are. And let’s face it, I’m not your typical 55 year old grandmother. I’ve spent most of my life in male dominated business (surety bonds and martial arts) I have kids ranging from 34 to 10, and my idea of a good time is hitting and kicking stuff.
Friends take work and time. You have to call and visit. Take time to listen to them rant and rave, be a shoulder to cry on if they need it. You have to trust them enough to do the same. And most importantly, you have to understand each other.
There are some people in this world that I just don’t get. I can’t understand their thought process. If they are judgemental and righteous, forget it. I’m outta there. If they don’t have a sense of humor and can laugh with me and also at themselves, I’m not going to want to be around them very much. So like I said, I’m pretty picky about who I let in as a close friend.
When Steve, Keely and I went to Little Rock, the vast majority of friends that I met with were from TKD. Those relationships, forged with blood, sweat, pain and laughter, are lasting and deep. We may not see each other often, and we may not really have a lot in common now, but the love and memories are strong.
Alison and I have a lot in common. She is a martial artist, a chef (a real one, not amateur like me) and is making a living teaching. When the three of us met for coffee, the conversation was a lot of war stories. We talked about the sparring matches we had been in, I even stood up to reenact some of them. We talked about our injuries and how we work through them (Alison showed us her bloody leg from Crossfit that morning) We made fun of ourselves and we laughed and laughed. Because we got it. The three of us understand that you can be tough and strong, like to fight and hit stuff, and not need a straight jacket.
I’m so blessed to have the friends I have.