THE PRICE OF ADMISSION
I had lunch with a Texas friend today who was traveling for business. Not just any Texas friend but one who has consistently challenged me to approach questions from many different angles. We’ve been friends for 15+ years. It was instant, like so many longterm friendships are. There was no question we’d be friends, just an immediate hum of possibility between us. Always.
We could lose hours working on projects and we often did. After moving on from a shared cause we lent our time and what we know to, we didn’t see each other very often but were always a phone call away. Each time, the instant hum returned. Effortlessly. Today we enjoyed the gift of two hours with not one silent moment.
When we parted, I was struck with the overwhelming urge to cling—not a particularly lovely trait anyone would like to readily admit to. I fantasized about allowing myself to be dragged through the streets as I clung on for a few more hours of familiarity, of tried-and-true friendship, of a connection from home, of the known.
Reluctantly, we went separate ways and I was struck with the bittersweet understanding that this is just another price of admission for discovery.
And Winnie the Pooh couldn’t have said it better…. “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?”
And there’s always Skype. #thankful