If you’ve ever been to therapy you’ll know that they often like to ask you what your strengths are. It’s one of those questions that never stops surprising you when someone asks it, you are always a deer caught in the headlights; stunned, and without a word to say. It takes a few false starts and stutters to come up with a couple of things that sound so lame in your own ears and don’t really mean anything to anyone.
I’m a good writer. I’m a good listener. I don’t even think either of those things are true.
I used to think that I was a good friend, and whenever anyone asks me what my strengths are, that is what I want to tell them. I want to lie and say that I am a good friend, because what else is the general baseline for how we judge all people?
I lost a friend today.
A friendship was saved today.
And what does it tell you, that today was such a good day?