There is no sarcasm in that statement. Really. I’ve been kind of blown away in the past six weeks by the amazing kindness and generosity of people. I knew I had a great group of friends, but they’ve gone above and beyond. I’ve been fed countless meals. I have one friend who called me every morning the first couple of weeks after I got laid off, just to check in (and probably to make sure I had in fact gotten out of bed). Another friend insisted I go on some walks with her to get me out of my house and out of my head. And another who lets me invite myself over to sit on her couch any time I want to get off of my own couch (and she also always feeds me). I have a friend who let me visit and hide out at her place in Boston for close to a week. My sister sends me all sorts of email “clippings;” some inspirational or practical, but some just to make me laugh. Another friend tells me that it’s not ok to wear my sweatpants out (I swear, this was a hypothetical conversation about my dressing habits). And I have one friend who is relentlessly my biggest cheerleader and refuses to hear my relentlessly negative whining!
And even going beyond close friends, people have been so generous. The woman who cuts my hair didn’t charge me for my haircut last week. She’s been cutting my hair since I moved to Vermont, so we do have a bit of a relationship beyond just my hair, but still. That was not something I was expecting. And of course, it made me cry!
I’m pretty sure that if it weren’t for these awesome friends I’d be curled up in the fetal position with a bottle of wine in the corner of my couch wearing the same pair of sweatpants I’d had on for a month. So to all of you: thank you! I’m a lucky girl!