Bug Me, Bite Me, Tickle Me

This weekend was a good lesson for me. The importance of girlfriends.
When I heard my boyfriend was going away for a "boys weekend", I was a little less than excited. Not because I don't trust him, simply because I couldn't imagine what I would be left to do. Half my friends were sick or tired or had no intention of going out. This left me feeling rather unwanted to say the least, and then it dawned upon me 'why do I feel incomplete when I'm alone?' We all start out alone, and the ugly truth is we all go out alone in the end, so why was I so uncomfortable in this state?
Luckily a friend came to my hearts rescue and I ended up having a super fun night with some friends I don't usually see very often, and that made me realise what I had been pushing aside. Girlfriends. Time to redefine myself amongst women that remind me who I am on my own.

It is shockingly crazy how quickly we can slip into a routine and get stuck. Not trapped stuck, just comfortable stuck. Comfort can be a blessing or a curse. It can restrict you from trying new things and venturing out with no security attached. But it can also be a divine gift if you find something or someone that makes you feel safe and loved and like you belong. What a complex world of ying and yang. And we are left to figure out the balance for ourselves. Speaking of the Chinese, the girls tea party I attended this morning consisted of home made iced tea, brownies, and a neatly packaged fortune cookie.

Mine read "Bug me, Bite me, Tickle me."
Perhaps a sign of my inconsistent, erratic moods and behaviour. I know my poor boyfriend has to cope with all three, sometimes all at once! Maybe it's time for a lighter note in life?

I think I'll take the tickles!