Lysa's Blog

A life less frightening

That's what I want for Christmas. Either that or a week in Tahiti. Or a new job.

This one is killing me. I don't know how it is I'm surviving the weeks anymore.
But I do know what pulled me through this week. Friends.
Two key friends in particular.

One of them is Cessi, who works with me at Century. In fact, she's the next hamster box over. She's my best friend at Century, and one of my top five best friends in general. Cessi is bright and bubbly, warm and loving, silly and giggly, and strong in both faith and family. I tease her about being like a nun sometimes, because she's very particular about some of the Catholic rules, and sometimes prissy, but I love her for it because it's just a part of who she is. She suffers just as much at work as I do, so last night, we went out for coffee after work to complain about it together, with her brother Victor, who is also a really good friend of mine, and who is also part of the Century family. Wow, are we a sorry trio!

Nothing beats coffee with two good friends who are probably the only two people who could really understand what you're going through because they themselves are also going through it. No one else in my life could ever really grasp life at Century like these two can, so no one else could really help make me feel better about it. And chill me out enough to go home and not take it out on my family. Although, I recommend NOT drinking COLD coffee sitting outside on the first really cold night of the year. Bad, bad idea. Walking around Target with a best friend giggling over toy dragons that roar, silly movies and other goofiness while embarrassing Victor? EXCELLENT idea. :)

The other one, I haven't ever met yet, although as soon as I can afford a plane ticket for either me or her, we'll fix that. I met a girl a few weeks ago online who I am pretty sure is meant to have been my real life sister. We're a lot alike, have a lot in common, read the same things, and are both broody and moody. She listens when I think no one else is, tells me things she says she doesn't tell anyone else, and stays up late with me every weekend night making graphics for our different websites. Just her presence the other night was enough to bring me back to a copacetic state of being. She inspires me, amuses me, cheers me and completes me. Don't laugh, I'm not trying to be cliche. You'd have to meet Lissa to understand. Except that I'm not likely to share. :)

Except that now thanks to her, I've made a whole lot of work for myself. I made her an avatar, and it ended up being bigger and better than everyone else's, so now I OF COURSE am now compelled to update all of them because now they'll bug me sitting there looking suddenly cheesier. THANKS LISS! ;)

Posted by Lysa at December 14, 2008 1:30 AM