https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mEBlPfBbpI
Me: Yes, this year.
Sean: Lol
Sean: Nerd.
Me: Why, thank you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mEBlPfBbpI
Girl 1 to Girl 2, who has very long, straight hair in a ponytail and no fringe: Did you have a haircut?
Girl 2: [Flipping her ponytail over her shoulder] Yeah, I did.
Girl 3: It actually suits you.
Tonight, an impromptu conversation occurred when a friend messaged me out of the blue.
Friend: Power went out.
Me: That’s no good.
Friend: Pedalling my bike now. LMAO.
Me: Haha. Not sure you meant to message me, though.
Friend: Scared my dog though… Oh. Sorry! Hugs.
Me: No problem, mate. Actually, I think this has been one of my favourite conversations all night.
Friend: hehehehehehehe
Me: Do you mind if I blog it? Names changed, of course.
Friend: Sure thing. Looks like the storm is about to hit here. Gonna be a yuck night for sleep.
Me: Yep.
Friend: It’s still hot out. About 24 outside. It’s horrible.
Me: Yeah, here too.
And that was all. Completely normal.
I really love some of the people I work with. I need both hands to count the awesome people that I consider to be my friends as well as my workmates. I don’t need to name them. They know who they are.
There is a lot to be said for knowing that there is always someone who you can always turn to for advice, a shoulder, or a laugh.
It’s refreshing to know that when someone smiles at you, they mean it.
When they ask if you are doing OK, you can be honest because they actually want to know.
I can tell them when I’m struggling, and I can share my joys and victories with them.
They see humour in the things that make me laugh, and they will cry with me, or for me, on those days when that is really my only option.
They know, too, that I will do the same for them. It’s really great to know that I can make the difference in their day that they make in mine.
Some of the greatest joys in my working life come from knowing who those people are and sharing part of my life with them. I am thankful for each one of them every day. To be honest, those people are often the difference between me actually being happy to go to work or not.
Don’t get me wrong: I love my job. I love working with my students and seeing them grow in confidence and knowledge. I thrive on classroom interaction and banter. I have positive student-teacher relationships with most, although not all, of my students. They know I do my absolute best for them.
When I am teaching, I know I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing.
There are times, though, when being at work and functioning properly is a really tough challenge. Some days are just plain, hard work both emotionally and physically.
I hate it that I’m so weak and vulnerable. I hate it that my body lets me down. I hate it when my students see a glimpse of my pain or my inability to cope with it.
I hate the guilt that goes with all of that.
One of my greatest fears is that someone will decide I’m not up to it anymore, or I’m not good enough, or that I’m too broken to keep on teaching.
So I suck it up, put my sassy pants on, and keep going. I choose to invest my time and energy into my students and my friends. The days are much more rewarding and enjoyable that way.
A long walk up to the staff room doesn’t happen any more often than absolutely necessary, and that’s OK.
I’m not isolated because I am blessed to share an office with some of my friends. Others make a point of catching up with me through the day or by email or instant message.
It’s hard to feel sorry for yourself with friends like mine.
I really do love some of the people I work with.
Others… not so much.
A very good friend of mine has been on the receiving end of some butt-ugly treatment lately.
It’s the second time in the last 18 months that I have been aware of people I know wilfully acting to assassinate someone’s character. Those people should hang their heads in shame. They absolutely know better. They are intelligent, professional people with families of their own.
My friend is not perfect. I don’t see how that justifies anything. She is fully aware of her flaws, and nobody is perfect, least of all me. There is no excuse for the way she has been treated.
The following are ugly and ungodly behaviours which amount to verbal bullying and vilification:
1. Sharing someone else’s story or personal information when one has no business doing so.
2. Telling a story about someone when one has only heard half of it.
3. Going behind someone’s back and telling falsehoods or half-truths about people to those who are their friends.
4. Attempting to ingratiate oneself by putting someone else down.
5. Veiling these behaviours behind “I thought you should know” or “We need to pray for ******” or “I am so concerned, I had to share it with someone”.
6. Taking pleasure in gossip or in shaming someone.
Do not ever ask me to listen to or excuse these things.
These are not things friends do.
These are not things nice people do.
Sadly, they are things that some people who claim to be Christians do.
What ever happened to “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” and “Love your neighbour as yourself”?
It’s day 21 of my 28 day holiday in Canada and the US. It has been an absolute blast.
Right now we are on our way north to meet with a friend from Missouri who is driving to a small town in Illinois to meet us there. I’m looking forward to seeing her again after several years. Even so, my day is still flavoured with more sadness than I care for.
I love some of the places we have left behind but it runs much deeper and stronger than that.
I miss the very special people I have left behind. I am missing them terribly, to the point where the tears won’t stop.
I guess part of keeping a schedule is that you do have to move on and keep going, but I don’t want to.
I want to go back and spend more time. I want to drink coffee together, talk, hug, share meals, see places, and to show them how much I love and value them. I want to hold hands and hug and touch faces and talk and listen. We just didn’t have enough time together.
I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to be gone.
Sometimes parting really is more sorrow than sweetness, and I don’t think I can ever be quite the same again. As much as I love Australia, it won’t ever fully be home now, because it’s true: home is where the heart is, and I have a very powerful sense of having left several large chunks of mine behind.
Complicated, eh?

One of the people I love most in this world gave me this heart-shaped rock for Valentine’s Day.
It means a lot to me because she chose it for me.
It means a lot because it is solid, dependable and strong. Love that is etched in stone can neither be erased nor forgotten.
What a blessing to have a rock-solid friendship.
My grandfather always used to say that if you throw a stone at a pack of dogs, the one it hits will yelp the loudest.
Of course, we never threw stones at dogs. Neither of us ever would.
His meaning was that if you say or do something in a general manner that causes a specific and directed reaction from someone else, it’s most likely a guilty conscience in action.
The blog I published yesterday appears to have had exactly that effect.
No names or specifics were mentioned. There was not enough information given to identify anyone.
Yet today, I find myself suddenly – and quite surprisingly – unfriended and blocked in social media by two people who obviously thought I was writing about them.
I’ve lost friends before, and have been quite hurt in the process.
Not this time.
If they have done what I suggested in my blog – regardless of whom it was actually about – then I’m glad they’ve chosen to exit my life.
I don’t need the negativity, the tension, or the feeling that I have to wonder about their sincerity.
They are quite welcome to leave.
I do rather hope, unlike the suggestion of popular idiom, that the door did hit them on the butt on their way out. Hard.
Either way, it’s not going to open again.
Loyalty has always been important to me; it’s a quality for which I am known. My friends are enormously important to me. I am protective of them, keen to encourage them and sure to discuss things calmly before problems elevate to “barrier” status.
That’s why it really frustrates and angers me when I see a friend suffering because someone they have helped and nurtured fails to return any loyalty to them. It’s even worse when another friendship suffers because of the words and actions of that disloyal person.
A friend who I admire immensely is going through that at the moment. She has faced challenges with integrity, and gone through significant personal grief, yet she is still a nurturer, a giver, a carer… a generous soul. When people are in trouble, she helps them. She thinks about the needs of others and does all she can to meet them. Often, she does this at the expense of her own health and welfare, and many don’t realise how much she invests in others.
Enter a young person who is unhappy in their workplace, feeling as though there is no option and longing for something to change. My friend took this young adult under her wing, gave them a new job and a new lease on life. Said young adult has “returned the favour” by white-anting her, undermining her both professionally and personally, and causing her more grief than they will ever realise. Relationships have suffered, friendships are strained, workplace tensions are elevated, and everyone involved is suffering… except for the young person who has moved on to new opportunities.
My message is this: when someone tells you “something someone said”, measure what they are saying against what you know of that other person.
Is it consistent with what you know of them? Is it borne out by what you’ve seen them do and how you’ve seen them live? Is what they are accused of consistent with how they’ve treated you? If not, then it’s probably not true at all.
If what you have heard bothers you, please just go to the person concerned and ask them what’s going on. Talk with them. Listen to what they have to say. Use it as an opportunity to communicate, rather than to bottle things up and let it escalate to a point where silence becomes a habit and both of you are left wondering what happened to your friendship.
I know nobody is perfect. We all get things wrong sometimes. We all fail, we all make mistakes, and we all do things without realising that it’s going to hurt someone else.
However, deliberate misrepresentation of those things is cruel and heartless. It’s impossible for me to understand what drives someone to do that. Is it a “divide and conquer” mentality, that lives in hope of breaking a friendship so that both parties will dislike each other and develop stronger friendships with the person in the middle? Is it jealousy of a strong relationship that someone desires for themselves but doesn’t know how to achieve that? Does it make someone feel important? Is it a power trip? I just don’t get it.
Gossip, half-truths and lies are toxic. They kill friendships, they poison happiness, and they leave pain and heartache in their wake. Why anyone chooses that as a lifestyle is beyond me.
I will not allow those things into my life, my friendships, or my relationships.
I will not allow someone who engages in those things to shape my view or understanding of events and people in my life.
I will remain loyal to those who are victims of this kind of behaviour and show no loyalty whatsoever to those who are responsible.
I don’t care if my writing this makes someone uncomfortable. If someone’s conscience is pricked, good!
If someone thinks this is about them… it’s probably not, but perhaps that’s an indication that they need to take a long, hard look at themselves and how they treat their friends. It’s never too late, and it’s certainly not impossible, to say “I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
If you are someone who people this way, don’t be surprised if I am very cautious about being friends with you. I’ll be pleasant, polite and friendly, but we won’t be friends. I won’t tell you things, and I sure as hell won’t let you tell me things about other people.
My friends matter to me far more than things, events, or experiences. I will guard my close friendships with more tenacity and stubborn determination than most people have ever seen in me – and that’s saying something.
People have tried and failed to get between me and my besties before, and discovered that it’s an absolute deal-breaker with no chance of a comeback.
That’s what integrity in friendship is.