An Inspiring Friend
Having gone through this getting older thing, I know that it’s easy to get caught up in mathematics – fractions, mostly – figuring what’s gone and what remains. When you arrive at a certain age (the number is different for every individual) the tendency is to note the wrinkles and the sags, the opportunities squandered and chances untaken. The time that’s slipped away while you weren’t paying attention.
This dark stock-taking, though, is counterbalanced by the dawning realization that you’ve done so much, lived so much, and that, secretly and without trying, you’ve become wise.
I see my best friend as someone who has accomplished and achieved, someone who has taught and inspired, someone who has wrung more out of her life than most people think is allowed. But I don’t see her settling for the impressive c.v. she’s compiled. I envision the next decades being whatever she wants them to be. Because my friend is one of the rare people who realized before it was too late that one really can be and do whatever she wants.
I believe in her. I love her. And I admire her. Which makes me about the happiest fellow around, because it’s me of all people who gets to spend this birthday with her on an adventure, on our adventure, the one we make up as we go along.
Happy Birthday, to Mrs. Konik!