By NATALIA HAWK
We’ve all experienced at least one of them. Those earth-shattering moments that turn your world upside down in less time than it takes to say, “hey, that was unexpected.”
Sometimes, the changes that come from these moments are good. And at other times, they’re bad. The kind of bad that leaves you struggling to get out of bed in the morning, because you can’t quite find a single reason to get through the day anymore.
I had one of those moments not so long ago. And while I tried to stay composed on the outside, I was all kinds of broken on the inside.
It takes a special kind of friend to recognise exactly when you’re in that sort of slump, and to grab you by the shoulders and pull you out of it. To give you a (gentle) slap around the face and tell you that together, you’re going to move on with life and have a good time, even though it might seem impossible.
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For me, that was my friend Fiona, who is the kind of adventurous and yet organised spirit that brings fun into every possible moment.
She decided a trip away was on the cards. Just a quick trip – a weekend spent in another state, with the company of lots of wine and lots of cheese. We planned a visit to a museum, but that was the only solid scheduling we did for the entire weekend.
We flew in to the city, checked into our hotel and walked into the first pub we found. There was no one in there except ourselves and the bartender, who quickly started up a tab for us so that we could just keep ordering endless cocktails in those hipster jars that are all the rage now. Add a cheese platter, and we were in heaven.
Cheese. Cocktail. Cheese. Cocktail. Repeat. There was a bottle of wine thrown in there too. A live band started playing, and about four more people filtered in, and the bartender declared that the night was officially a success.
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My bestie and I have been friends since we were 11, and 12. We have seen each other through marriages, miscarriages and births, all manner of illnesses and sadnesses and the most amazing good times as well. We still go on holidays with our families together even now in our mid 40's and our daughters are best friends too now. I am one of the luckiest people I know to have her in my life.
Sometimes when I see things like this floating around, I can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with me.
I have acquaintances, sure. But I'd be hard pressed to name an actual friend. Mostly thats fine. I dont ever feel like unloading things onto somebody else. But it'd be nice to have the option.