I was sitting here ready to write anything that comes to mind — yes, after waking up again at 4:30am — but then I got pinged on Facebook by an old, old, old friend from more than 20 years ago. (Kristhel, it HAS been that long.)
Back then, she was interning at the advertising agency I was working at while I was in law school, and we had developed a special bond and I took her under my wing. I am always blown away by how some people who have slipped out of our lives suddenly pop back up from out of the blue, thanks to all the technology and social media today. For that, I am happy.
I try not to troll FB too much these days. I’m usually online to upload something, respond to a message (rarely) or to send one. The friend list needs to be trimmed, but how do you choose who to follow or unfollow? So I miss most of the updates except when they come up on my feed just as I log on. (Millet, did my pony get there yet? LOL) There are only a number of people whose feeds I actually seek out apart from my siblings who usually tag me to alert me to what’s newly uploaded. But when a message from friends like Kristhel pop up, I find myself grateful that there’s Facebook. (Don’t forget to click on those “other” messages from people not on your friend list!)
Even on Instagram, Flickr and Pinterest, I rarely click the “Follow” button. I’m not being a snob… my presence online, more so here, is for very selfish reasons. I’m keeping an online journal for my own benefit. =)
Someone I met yesterday asked me what I blog about.. myself, I said. LOL.. some might term that as being “self-absorbed” but that’s the whole truth. Some people write for an audience. I write for me, myself and I. And maybe someone stumbling into my corner of the web might find something amusing or entertaining, or maybe once in a blue moon, even helpful.
For Kristhel, read up and get caught up on what’s been happening in my life.. but please, please drop the “Ma’am.” Your son is older than mine!
We were both so excited to have found each other — and I am grateful to the universe for bringing her my way again. These days, I’m grateful for every reason the world gives me to smile. And I do smile — happy thoughts are supposed to be indulged in and savored and relived over and over again, given the heartbreak and the disenchantment around us. It doesn’t have to be a giddy-happy smile — even an ever so slight curve of the lip will do.
So Kristhel is this morning’s happy thought. I’m so glad I went online on FB to send BFF Fe a message. (My iPhone is still on order so no viber, just yet.) She goes into that bucket in my heart that has my happy thoughts about elevators, my red nails, my favorite pair of heels, my little tyke, and all those things that bring me to a happy place.