I have a good friend. (I know, stunning.) She's able to call me on the the crap - to see through the bravado, the hype, the hard sell I can talk to her honestly, tell her the God's honest truth and know that she'll do the same for me. She knows what to say, what to do, and how to tell me, at the same time preserving our friendship. We've been friends for about 10 years now. (I can't believe I haven't driven her off.)
I've been chatting with her on some issues that I'm having, some things that I'm struggling with - things I've never blogged about here. It's hard to blog about my entire life, knowing that I'd be baring my insides - not to mention my unders - for people I see every day in real life, for coworkers and relatives, for step kids and sisters, my mother and father, teachers and coaches of my kids. Those hairy, dark, slightly insane parts of me that I try to keep hidden, those parts I really don't want the daily interactors to know about.
So I chat with my friend. And she totally called me on something this past week.