Spring is a time of renewal. For the second consecutive day sun is streaming through my home office window beckoning me to go outside.
The temperature is up to a balmy 50 degrees. The last of the snow piles are gone. I do believe spring is actually coming.
This past winter, with two back to back blizzards caused a lot of damage to my shrubbery, especially the holly trees that line my back yard. I will replace the holly.
This past winter also was the cause of major damage in some of my friendships. It won’t be as easy to replace those friendships. Perhaps they don’t need to be replaced. What I do know that if a friendship is constantly negative and holds nothing positive, why hold onto that friendship?
I’ve always remembered what Phyllis Diller said many years ago. She reevaluated all her friendships and dropped all the “friends” who were negative and pulling her down. I was surprised by her comment because she always seemed like such a happy person to me. But I guess the happiest person can have these “friends” who always take, complain, and are negative to one’s well being.
Recently I went way out of my way to help a couple of friends who were lacking access to TV stations. Without going into a boring detail, my efforts went under the category of “No good deed goes unpunished.” After I got them hooked up with 210 TV stations they complained that they couldn’t find any good stations. They also suggested that I was responsible for getting them hooked up to a monthly expense that they didn’t want. When I heard this I told them to cancel the subscription.
This isn’t the first sign of trouble with this friendship. It has been deteriorating for several years, largely because of the slow descent into dementia of one of the friends. His partner is extremely possessive and jealous. Because of my natural naïveté, I thought I could work through these problems. Now I know it is not possible.
I have another “friend” who only criticizes. He knows no other way. He is constantly negative. I’ve only known this person for a few years and at first I thought it was funny. However, after a constant barrage of unrelenting negativity I now know that this is not a person who is my friend.
This spring is a time of renewal. I have faith that I will make new friends. I hope I will make new friends. I will make new friends.
Note: Pictured is the best friend I ever had. His name was Horace and I adopted him from a puppy mill. He was the only friend who accepted me totally as I am. Horace was born in 1982 and died in 1998. I miss him every day. I am comforted by the fact that I will see him again one day. That I know.