Welcome! This blog is an ever-evolving picture of the advice I would give myself if I would just get out of my own way and listen. It is a combination of the serious and the silly, the daily life trials and triumphs, the things I am thankful for now and the things I would love to go back in time and tell myself. It includes quotes and poems and books that have resonated with me throughout my life. This blog is a dynamic experience that reflects my life and my thoughts, my dreams and my fears.
Here is the story of how it all began:
It was a fateful sunny afternoon. I was sitting on a bench visiting with a friend. Conversation meandered easily from life to relationships to aging to underwear to dinner to finding a favorite pair of jeans… When I suddenly found myself having a moment of complete clarity (or utter craziness). I felt as if I had floated outside my body and was hovering above myself where I heard myself say “If I were my own best friend I would…” and “Blah. Blah. Blah.” Then, POOF, I was back in my body.
The remainder of that conversation is a blur to me. I will now extend a heartfelt, “I’m sorry,” to my friend. I was listening to every word you said that day but there was a giant light bulb the size of an old volkswagen blinking at me. It was really distracting. My mind started rattling off questions, as if I were a bidder at a high-stakes auction and it was down to me and the guy across the aisle in the funny, brown plaid jacket with the great bowtie.
As best I can remember the questions went something like this:
- Am I my own best friend? Shouldn’t I be my own best friend??
- If I’m not my own best friend, then who is?
- Who else would want the job? Does the job pay well? Are there benefits and a good retirement plan?
- If I am not my best friend, then who else knows me better AND can give me better advice on my own life?
- What about that whole objectivity thing? Isn’t there some truth to the idea that you can be too close to a problem to see it clearly? How much do I really care about objectivity?
- Is an out-of-body experience awesome or creepy or is it a moment of great personal objectivity?
- What flavor ice cream does that guy have… ’cause it looks really good and it’s hot outside and it’s pink and green and a little melty…
- Is this going to become one of those weird self-esteem moments where I think about loving and being kind to myself and encouraging myself to do my best? Is that really be a bad thing?
That’s what I remember. “Myself” floated back into myself and life went onward. However the phrase, “If I were my own best friend…” stuck with me.
I started writing myself advice in the margins of business papers and on the back of receipts and sometimes I would draw pictures to go with my advice. “A picture is worth a thousand words” and that saves me a lot of time writing! I started collecting quotes I liked and dog-earing passages in books that made me smile or think or just want to be a better person. I wrote random thank-you notes to the universe and I started writing poetry and thinking about life, the universe, and everything.
The upshot is: there is now a blog called “If I were my own best friend…” and I am it’s author.
I thank you sweet reader, in coming along for part of the ride! Buckle up, it will be fun!!