If I had to boil down what losing two of the most instrumental people in my life taught me it would have to be — value time with people, more than you value time with things.
Obviously, that’s putting the entire concept into extraordinarily simple terms, but it’s my umbrella motto. I try really, really hard to not waste time. To me this means surrounding myself with people I actually like to spend time with them and then taking this all one step further and actually spending time with them.
It’s hard because I’m busy with day-to-day stuff and so are they, but when I do get that face time I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Over the weekend I had to separate encounters in which I was able to come home to two of my favorite people.
One of them was my best friend. We’ve been friends since we were 6 years old and the biggest drama in our lives involved crayons. We FaceTimed on Friday and then we had an actual IRL lunch date on Sunday. Let me tell you, that sitting in her car while it snowed and we had Chipotle was exactly where I wanted to be.
So much of my life is a moving force and time and time again I’ve had to relearn how to be okay with holding people close. (Confession: I found this really hard after my mom died, and again after my grandma died, because to me it was all linear – if I loved them eventually they would die.)
At some point everyone is going to die, but I’m learning to enjoy the moments in between. I want those moments to hold on to and those faces to come home to.
(My Sunday started with magazines and a book, but ended with a visit from my best friend.)