Day 8. Tonight’s post will have a feel to it. I have spent the last 4 hours working on some upcoming material and, to be completely honest with you, my brain feels like french toast…with butter and syrup.
Bacon. Eggs. Butter. Yes, I know I said that twice. I am not a huge fan of butter at all, I just thought it would be funny. I don’t eat butter that much. The only time, that I can recall now, that I eat butter is sometimes I put it on toast, grilled cheese, and macaroni and cheese. Other than using it as a cooking recipe, that’s about it. Of course, I am not counting the 2 heaping tablespoons I eat every morning with my cup of 3 raw eggs. I just assumed it went without saying.
I’ve learned some things lately. It’s interesting yet a bit discouraging at the same time. It’s interesting because it’s all based on human behavior, which I have always found fascinating. Discouraging because it has to do with my heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, and fatigue-inducing pursuits. This is difficult to even talk about considering just a mere 24 hours ago, I was writing about not taking things personally.
The more I’ve pondered this, the more it moves away from being classified as a classic case of, “This offends me” type of situation. I know it does because 99.2% of the time, regardless of what is said or done, I don’t care all that much. If you don’t physically harm me, it will take a lot of time and effort to offend me. But, it does raise my curiosity when life-long friends and close friendships show no support of a person trying to do great things with their life. I mean, isn’t that why we are here? Isn’t that our life-work? To flourish, evolve, thrive, and reach higher?
Now, I don’t necessarily need support like that. I am highly self-motivated. It’s almost annoying sometimes because I can’t turn it off. I can’t sit idle for more than 5 minutes without getting the urge to write/read/learn something. Most of the time, I love it and don’t even question it but, there are times when I wish I could simply sit back and stare at the wall and zone out. I digress…
I don’t need verbal support or written support to maintain my desire to continue this journey. But, anyone who has attempted to stretch themselves and push past the mundane in life, and do it essentially all by themselves knows — hearing a few words or receiving even a sentence once in a while is incredibly huge. I can’t stress what it does, but it reaffirms to us that we are on a worthy mission and we are inspiring others to do the same. A 10-word text message. A ‘like’ on a Facebook post. A 10-word comment. A share of the web site. These things are free, fast, and easy to do. But, the large majority of my life-long friends do none of them. Ever.
Now, with all that being said – I don’t hold any grudges, ill-feelings, or anything similar. I question it and I wonder why, that’s all. Something so easy to do…a mouse click takes less than one second and that one second lets a good friend know that you notice them and support what they are doing.
I do have a few awesome followers on the blog and on other social media sites. I certainly receive a lot of feedback, but 95% of it comes from people I’ve never met.
So, that is my short rant about friendship and support. But, hey…I got the most powerful source in the universe on my side. That’s really all I need…I suppose the nostalgic part of myself wishes my closest friends were my biggest supporters. It’s a lesson I am learning early. I’ve seen other writers talk about similar experiences involving their closest relationships and the pursuit of dreams.
Since most of you send me direct email replies – I am interested to hear if anyone else has experienced this. If you have, shoot me a message. If you haven’t and you think I am overreacting, I’d love to hear from you too.
For the record, I love all of you. We are all fighting an inner war of some sort. Could be a street fight. Could be Hiroshima. And that is why I don’t take any of the things I mentioned today to heart. It’s just a curious fact. See you Monday.