Farewell to old friends. You’ll be the same when I see you again.

…every once in awhile I think about those “friends” who have dropped off over the years. This used to happen much to my dismay but these days it’s those few who’ve hung on (no matter what). Those who’ve joined recently, and kept through the tough…

Those are who I focus on.

Sometimes you can know somebody since birth (essentially) and they aren’t constructive anymore. They don’t add. They dim your shine. Age old habits of crossing boundaries sometimes can’t or won’t die.

“Don’t cut people off. Grow— they’ll fall off”

On a related but side note: some of those furthest from me (in distance) are still closest. Because they understand the difference between friendship and acting like my babysitter. 😉