New Story to an Old Thought

So, back in December I wrote this on my old blog:

"Does a thought come in the sharing of it? Not Sure. But I know I have a great best friend. I like a sign of a world class buddy is when you realise that what you are saying or writing to them is literally your thoughts from the root. Sometimes I have thoughts for the first time when I tell my best friend Lindsay, because the essence of who she is puts me in a place where I feel comfortable thinking, changing, growing...

I have my husband, of course. And I mostly feel this way about him, but let's be real, any real man can simply not care about everything you think about. Thier minds are not wired that way. So, I am blessed with two sounding boards (actually, 3 because I also have my sister... different blog) my husband Tim and my best friend Lindsay (for the record Lindsay is the current "acting best friend" and is not intended to replace or down play Bridget and Kari who are both all time best friends. Lindsay, of course will be added to all time best friend list very shortly.)

Anyway, I was sending an email to Lindsay today because I dropped my phone down a storm drain and I no longer have her phone number. But as I wrote, I realised my thoughts were unorganized and unfiltered, but like they can be with a friend... and a blog."

Anyway, I thought maybe I was being a little hard on my husband. Oh, not true. I got home from a day at a local Women's Expo yesterday, and my sister Avery was doing work at out kitchen table. She started asking me all kinds of questions about the stuff I liked at the expo, so I started telling her about the holistic healers I talked to and how they knew all this cool stuff about me when they analyzed this picture I drew for them. After awhile, Tim joins the conversation out of nowhere and says, "Hey, Ave, I'm so glad you are hear for her to talk to so I don't have to listen to this crap. You're the best." Funny, yes, but I shall no longer feel guilty about thinking that his mind is just not as enlightened as my own!