Grounded

Matt and I grabbed coffee last night and held one of our infamous three-hour conversations on everything in a quieter corner of the noisy shop. I'm not really sure that I can pinpoint why I feel better after talking with him, and I'm not of a mind to rationalize it right now. I'm just grateful that I feel a bit more grounded.

I'm also very lucky that M doesn't need an eloquent or elaborate explanation of that friendship. He's happy and willing to accept it as is, even if that's partly enigmatic.

Life is chaotic and hectic and busybusybusy right now, but some of my friendships are effortlessly steadfast. It's a much needed and appreciated counterpoint.