Immediately after I turned off my bedside lamp last night, my phone lit up.
I was zenned out after having read a chapter in a Buddhist classic. To look or not to look. Oh, what the hell…
I glanced at the screen thinking a little dreamily that it may be a romantic good night message.
Not my sweetie.
It was a friend with whom I had recently connected. The kind of friend whose presence immediately shakes off ten years of cynicism and seriousness. He’s the kind of pal that makes me feel vibrant, silly and indomitable.
Our friendship was always one where we could be expected to find ourselves arrested, invited to an impromptu wedding, or making our way home at 10am, barely piecing our evening shenanigans together, with one shoe off and someone else’s shirt on.
We all need this kind of friend.
I was tired when the text came in, a bit caught up in my own head, and really, just not feeling as fabulous as our friendship warrants. So, what’s a gal to do?
That’s right. I picked up the phone and called him. We giggled about his upcoming rendez-vous. We shared stories about our love life and giggled about our foibles.
For those moments, we were young again, fearless, and ready to take the world by storm, with gorgeous unmentionables, and enough confidence to march right into our next affair with our heads held high and our pink and whites of the most tacky design.
When your phone rings, and it’s one of those people who keeps you young, giggling, and feeling like there are reasons (albeit superficial and decadently sexy) to carry on living, answer the call. Better yet, make the call. These are the people who inspire your laughter, and that my darlings is what makes life worth living
Let this be the year you giggle more. Let this be the year you succumb to silliness. Let the the youth that still grows in your wild and wonderfully fickle heart spring forth and surprise you. Toodles.