Today’s prompt asks how long I’ve ever been away from my favorite person. I have no idea who my favorite person is.
My best friend and I lost track of each other for a couple years after we graduated high school, and by all rights, this woman should be my favorite, and ultimately, I think she is. She’s been more of a mother to me than my own.
But, I also have a couple people that have blown in and out of my life like tumbleweeds over the years. For a long time, I took it personally, but I realized that this was the way they lived their life and I was not, by far, the only person who they treated like this.
In the last year or so, I realized that other people’s behavior was a reflection of them, not me. I shouldn’t take it personally, and trying to change it would be like trying to remove the stripes from a tiger.
All these people see differently than I do, and I end up learning most of my lessons with and from them, hence my intense love. There’s some people that I have a lot of interaction with, but it doesn’t change or challenge my core beliefs in any way. I don’t like stagnating like that. People that stir me up internally and challenge me to grow are my favorite.