My glass house is blessed with many good friends as well as a loving family, some of whom spent the whole day with me just last Sunday.
Sure, sometimes a stone is thrown at or in my house, and a part of it breaks. Picking up the pieces is a difficult task, and I am often cut by the shards. But the foundation of my house is strong, really strong. I know who I am, and I know where I am going. All things are possible if I work very hard to keep moving towards that which seems impossible. I have learned over the years when to strive for things on my own and when to ask for help. That's how I have come so far as I have, and why I will achieve beyond what anyone ever expected me to be capable of even a couple of years ago.
When stones are cast at my house, it's usually a sign of emotional turmoil, mental anguish on the part of those who cast them. They are living in glass homes too, but can't see or accept reality because their windows are so dirty that they are obstructed beyond usefulness. They don't know what's real versus what's in their own imaginations anymore. They can't see the world outside of themselves.
I'm sorry for them... my heart aches on their behalf. But I will never, and I mean NEVER allow myself to be sucked into anybody's chaos again to the point that I am personally stalled out. Be it family members or friends, I will only journey so far when others are so wrapped up in their own selves and circumstances to such a degree that they prefer having a pity party than cleaning their glass.
I lost a couple of friends in the last two days. I've never been so relieved in my life. I loved them like family and I suppose I always will. But they have dragged me down for months with vicious attacks, disparagement, back stabbing, and then turning around and clawing at me to try and support them. I am finally at a place where I know that I can not and WILL not be all things to all people. I will be more careful in selecting friends in the future, and while I will always be there for everyone who I love and loved, I will not allow that attendance to make me less than what I am or am capable of becoming. Never again.
Friends come and go in one's lives. I've had and lost friends before and I've always survived. I've left friends behind as I've grown and grown up. Friends left me too as they've either grown beyond me and my abilities, or have fallen back into old habits and attitudes. I admire the former, pity the latter.
I will always remember the good times and appreciate all of my relationships, even those that ended on bad terms. I've learned from all my friends and family, and I choose to love them for what they have provided. I also choose, over the long term not to hold onto the hurt once the relationship ends.
And most important of all, no matter what my thoughts and feelings, I will always be open and honest about them. My glass house does not only allow me to see outside, but lets others see inside of me too. Yes, as I've said to the kids in my own home (Garrett) on more than one occasion (Garrett), glass works in both directions.
Like surgery, the anticipation of losing these friendships was worse than the actual event. I've dreaded what happened in the last 24 hours and lived in fear of it for months, but it's finally over and I can move on. I know that every friend that is lost, there is always somebody else to fill the void. Somebody who is in the same emotional and developmental place as me now, who can share experiences and laugh and love and grow right along with me.
Yes, stones were thrown at my glass house, and those who threw the stones damaged it badly. Fortunately, though, the foundation of my house is so strong that nothing can bring it down. I am already rebuilding what was broken, and it will be even more beautiful and substantial than what preceded it.
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