I’m just back from meeting up with my friend Jen for a quick cup of coffee. In a humorous replay of our college selves of fifteen years ago, we bummed off to the Amphora a few blocks from her parents place in Vienna, Va. True to form, we had a little hummus, a little coffee and caught up on life, love, and careers — this time it was my turn to be somewhat dejected about my circumstances.
Jen and I have a brilliant relationship; we agreed years ago to:
- Never hassle one another about keeping in touch, birthdays, etc.
- Always tell the other what they want to hear. We have plenty of people in our lives for good advice, what we really need is someone to tell us we’re right…
Jen’s always been good at number one above, but never remembers the second rule when it comes to my girlfriends. On the plus side, she’s always believed in my talent and ability, and tonight was no exception. Frankly, I was a little down, and hanging out with her was a good pick-me-up; sometimes we all need a cheerleader in our lives. Thanks, Jen.