The ability to perceive things in their actual interrelations or comparative importance. This is one definition of the word perspective that I’m keeping in mind.
We all have things in our lives that we struggle with. Whether it be our weight, finances, dedications, friendships, relationships, addictions or even our day to day tasks. Something in your life is a struggle. I’ve had a few issues that I’ve been struggling with lately, and one of them is something that has been on my mind almost daily since Liv’s diagnosis. It’s a friendship that I am missing terribly, but I feel like I shouldn’t be the one to come forward. I have to come clean about something, and most of you who know me might already know this. I am a stubborn person. I have a hard time admitting when I’m wrong or backing down from a thought that I think is right. In a way I’m glad I’m like this because it makes me a strong person. However, it can bite me if I’m not careful. This past weekend, I was given a perspective on this situation by someone that I respect their opinion and loved what they had to say to me. I was given another perspective just yesterday during a play date by another friend that I am just getting to know. Both of these women had really good things to say, and I learned a lot during both of these situations. The weekend perspective was that I need to be the bigger person and make the first step to rekindling my missed friendship. I don’t know how my missed friend is feeling or what the situation was in her life to make her make the choices she made regarding our friendship. In the end, if I really miss my friend and cherish our relationship then I need to tell her. The second perspective that I learned jut yesterday was that people don’t deserve to be judged. Someone might seem unapproachable but turn out to be just the type of person you need in your life. It’s like how the old saying goes, “don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” It’s simple but true. You never know what someone is going through in their life to make them they way they are.
I try to put myself in other people’s shoes regarding our situation. I probably wouldn’t know what to say or know the best way to ask someone about their daughter’s terminal disorder. It’s a very scary thing. However, I’m still the same Kelly Fish Hubert that I was in kindergarten, and I do miss my friend. I’m working on that stubborn person inside of me and figuring out how to make the first step. I think this might be a baby step, but it’s not really a fair one because I don’t know if she even reads this. I know I should just pick up the phone and call, but that seems too hard. Maybe a letter or email will be what I do. Either way, I need to do it. Kristy, you are my sister in Christ and I love you and Brian for who you are and the good things you are doing in your life. Thank you for the advice, I do respect what you have to say.