I’ve been 30 years old for almost a year. And one of the greatest things I have grown into this year is an understanding of how time heals and how one poorly-handled conversation doesn’t have to define a friendship.
My friend Dan and I had an unpleasant conversation one night around Christmas. I was tired, the evening’s events hadn’t gone as planned, and I was frustrated. He came into the situation unprepared for the emotionally stormy weather I was providing and apparently I was over-dramatic [never!] and then he rolled his eyes.
He. Rolled. His. Eyes.
I walked away. [insert dramatic turn and exit here]
The next morning, we both sent emails of apology- me for being seven shades of crazy and him for rolling his eyes [rightly so].
I’ve had conflict with friends before. I think we all have. And there have been times in my life when conversations like the one Dan and I had would send me into a tailspin- what if he hates me? What should I do to make it better? Will it be awkward when we see each other?
But I have lived enough to know that it will get better.
I am realizing that past experiences actually do birth wisdom into your current life. The older I get, the more days I have lived [profound] and the more I can let conflict run it’s course and pain have it’s day.
Because I have lived. I have lived through some good days and some bad days. But I have always lived through the hard conversations, the deeply painful breakups, the awkward mistakes, the euphoric moments that are a memory the next day.
I don’t like the saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” but I still think it is true. I’m writing this today sitting at a coffee shop and I just interrupted my two friends sitting here with me to make sure they agreed. And both girls took a thoughtful moment before answering that yes, it is true.
I don’t enjoy the grey hairs that are peeking out from the crown of my head and sometimes I just have to speak peacefully to myself about the wrinkles that appear around my eyes when I laugh. But all in all, I am grateful for all the days I have lived.
I can’t wait to live another 30 years, to know that every experience can be used for my growth and God’s glory, and…. to mature enough that I don’t stomp away when someone rolls their eyes at me.
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