#nationalbestfriendsday

In honor of National Best Friends Day yesterday, I want to take a minute to thank those that I consider my friends. Thank them for being there to celebrate, to have that bottle of IMG_2041wine with and also to pick me up when I’m down, to wipe the tears from my eyes, play with my hair, and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Without them, I would have nothing. I am who I am because of the support and love I have. I have others that I can confide in. I have people who I can call at 1am for anything. I have people who I appreciate. I have people that I love.

I think it’s also important to note that a best friend is not necessarily someone you speak to everyday or see every weekend. A true best friend is someone who you can go months not speaking to, then spend 5 minutes with each other and it feels as though nothing has changed. And you know that if you truly needed them, they would be there.

IMG_0436I was always someone who was friends with everyone. I was part of many different friends group and got along with many different types of people. My personality makes me want to be a part of everything with everyone. I’m still this way, but I have become more selective about my friends, keeping close to those that actually want the best for me and want to try to be my friend. Any relationship, romantic or not, is a two-way street and requires effort from both of those involved. I have a few close friends that I have kept close since high school and I am grateful for them because I do not know how I would have gotten through undergrad without them. Now, after grad school, I find that I have so many new close friends that I can go to for all different things. Some I go to with relationship advice, some when I’m stressed out about studying for boards, some that I discuss pelvic floor PT with, and a bunch of concerns in between. I am so grateful for all of them for drinking wine and laughing with me and crying when we thought we were going to fail out of PT school. Thank you, sweet friends. I could not have imagined surviving those 3 years of grad school without you.

I also want to thank my wonderful boyfriend for being a great friend too. He’s going to think I’m writing this to mock him but he truly is one of my best friends. He’s one of the first people I go to with anything, besides my mom of course, whether it’s exciting or depressing, troubling or wonderful. We made it through months and months of being time zones apart, actually being apart, and we’re still alive and together to tell the tale. So, thank you for dealing with my irrational anxiety and mental breakdowns, for buying me wine, for making me espressos and breakfast in the morning, laughing at immature things with me, and telling plenty of corny dad jokes.

Lastly, I want to thank all of my family who many times serve as friends to me. My IMG_0934mom lets me rant, my sister color organizes my pencil case, and my dad makes the dumbest jokes. My grandparents give me life advice and make me smile. My cousins look up to me and motivate me to do my best. My aunts and uncles make me laugh and give amazing hugs. My parents also inspire me with all they have achieved through hard work. How they had a child in high school, managed to get my mom through college while working and taking care of a baby blows my mind. I can distinctly remember watching my mom study and do homework and I would sit next to her pretending to read a book because I wanted to be like her… granted I could definitely not read yet, but I think that’s what makes it even more endearing.

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In conclusion, I want to thank EVERYONE that has been there as a friend for me throughout my life, through the ups and the downs.

I appreciate you, sweet friends.

 

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