Two Roads Diverged in a Wood

Two fish are in a tank. One looks to the other and says, “Do you know how to drive this thing?”

Hello my pretties!

This morning I thought about my old friend, Angie. 

Angie was my best friend from middle school and into college. I went on family trips with her. I knew her grandma and cousins. I cried when I read about her dad's death on Facebook.

But Angie was never Mormon, which didn't bother me in middle school but by college when I doubled down on Mormonism, her lack of membership got in the way of our friendship. We probably would have drifted apart sooner or later, even if I wasn't a superior Mormon, but I wish I had been different. 

This morning when I thought about her, I realized that I think about her every day, at least I have for the past few years and there are so many people in my life who were important to me and now, despite thinking about them regularly, I barely talk to them. And that makes me sad, but it's also kind of nice thinking of all the people I have loved. 

It is impossible to stay in touch with everyone throughout a lifetime, especially a lifetime as transient as mine. It is strange how losing touch doesn't decrease my love for all the wonderful people I have known.

I thought about all the people who were so important but have passed through like tourists and are nothing but memories now. 

I loved Angie. I still love Angie. Lots of things can come between friends over the years, time, space, life, just being busy. But with Angie I was too judgmental. I often wonder how our friendship would have been different if I hadn't pushed a Mormon agenda, maybe not at all, or maybe a lot. 

I'm hoping for a future where I won't be so transient and where I can keep friends in my life longer. I'm hoping I will find a home where I can live the rest of my life without feeling an urgency of wanting to change things all the time. But that's another story for another day. 

Happy national No Politics Day! We could all use that. 

With love and kisses,

Sophia Skyy