I was eating dinner tonight with a friend, talking about how I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately because it feels like all my friends have deserted me. When this friend was so kind to point out that I was actually the one that did the deserting. I’m the one who changed, they didn’t.

I’m the one who spent five years in therapy fixing myself. I’m the one who picks up every self-help and new-age book that I can get my hands on. I’m the one with the two new careers that I’m learning new things in every day. I’m the one who’s determined to stretch myself until I understand how my brain works. I’m the one who’s determined to figure out how to make the world work for me instead of the other way around.

I’m the one who’s learning and changing and growing and expanding…

…so it’s really damn stupid of me to be angry at them that I’m feeling deserted… when I’m the one that did the deserting, not them.

Sounds like my next lesson should be learning how to reconnect with them.