Many things can happen when life deals you a series of blows. You can fall apart in many ways, or you can take up the offer made by true friends and lean on them. I’ve done a lot, a whole lot, of leaning over the past sixteen months and my friends have come through for me every time. Often it has simply been that curious thing that woman do; just ‘sitting’ with me while I absorb and come to terms with new troubles.
In the past two weeks I’ve had two major blows; my daughter went to boarding school and my husband told me this morning that there is no chance of our marriage being reconciled. Instinctively, I wanted nothing more than to climb into a vat of wine and drown myself. But I didn’t; I allowed my friends to rally.
My very good friend, Ellen, took me to spend the day at Arts On Main today. This precinct is part of the attempt to rejuvenate the city centre of Johannesburg and is a hidden gem. A little hub of quirky restaurants serving anything from Nigerian food to traditional bistro fare. There’s a flea market with clothing and jewelry stalls and a food market with dozens of stalls selling various ethnic foods and tastebud-tempting cakes and sweets.
We ate and then trawled all the little shops. I spotted this polka dot frock and thought it the perfect outfit in which to walk tall and thumb my nose at bad luck. I may be retrenched from my job in the near future and the dress will, I am sure, bring me only good luck when I commence my search for a new job.
I came home with just enough time to have a little rest and write this post and then it will be time to be taken to dinner by another caring friend, my next-door neighbor, Lina.
Happiness comes when we stop complaining about the troubles we have and thank God for the troubles we don’t have. In my circle of friends I have riches beyond measure; near and far. And I am grateful.