For my Theory and Practice of Creative Writing, I had to read Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. Lamott is bad ass and witty as anything – her best advice for writing about men you’ve lived with was to write about how they had a small penis. That way, they’d be too ashamed to sue you. She had a really powerful part about a friend of hers who was causing her grief. After months and months of stress wearing on her from their friendship, she told her friend she needed to take a sabbatical from their friendship.
This is a post I’ve typed, backspaced, saved for later, and finally come back to. Mainly because it touches on feelings that’re still kinda fresh and raw, and it’s difficult to look at something objectively when you’re emotionally involved. So why blog about it at all? Because it’s something that’s important to me; something I wanted to write about.
Being broken down by someone close to you brings you new perspective, you learn to be softer. More compassionate. I read this the other day, and it rang true to everything I’m going through these last few weeks.
I’m finally strong enough to pull the weeds, move on from friendships that only bring me down and from people who only bring negative vibes to the table. It doesn’t make you a bitch, it doesn’t make you a snob. You’re the only one responsible for your happiness and sometimes you gotta restock the shelves to get there.
Finally, a song I’m reaaally liking this week.