Today is my friend’s birthday.
I wrote her a love letter text.
I rewrote Frank oharas “having a coke with you” and posted that along with a spam of photos and videos.
I commissioned a drawing of us.
For my other dear Aquarius friend this week, I texted her at 12am Hawaii time but 5am New York time. I still was one of the first to wish her happy birthday. I always am. She said that means a lot to her and that it is special to have someone that loves you and loves you so much. And I similarly love being loved by her.
I make a big public and private statement of love for all my friends birthdays.
Because they deserved to be loved quietly and subtly and privately as well as loudly and publicly and for everyone to witness.
I love being loved by my friends. And love isn’t a frivolous word to me. Their love makes me feel powerful. I feel blessed to be loved by them. It makes life worthwhile. And so I’m never embarrassed to shout loudly about our love on the anniversary of them gracing the earth for the first time.
My friends are the only place I feel at home.
Abundance can sometimes be good and sometimes be bad, but feeling abundance and loving abundantly is holding gratitude for the small pleasantries in life, one of which is having a cherry coke everytime im with my friend chai.