So the unimaginable has happened, and Misty’s wife and I are finally going to meet. It is nerve wracking to say the least. I have a million thoughts and feels running through my head.
It will be the four of us meeting for dinner – her, her Guy, boy-side and me.
If there is any hope at all, I need to come at this from a place of happiness and opportunity for friendship. Forget about the things that have happened, about who I think she may be, but let it be a new beginning, where she can be who ever she wishes, and I see her with fresh eyes and an open heart. This person is new. His much loved wife is an important person in his life and I need to just see her through his eyes.
I’ve been meditating on that thought for 3 days as we build up to this.
This is a chance to be included. I have one moment to make that first impression. I’ve removed the walls. I will be vulnerable. Open.
“That is the stupid.” my friend Cathy (who’s staying with me for a week) said to me, laughing, this morning as we have coffee in our pjs.
“If I don’t go in like that, what chance do we have? Someone has to be open. Someone has to extend that first olive branch of friendship. Maybe she will be open and ready to meet me in a true spirit of kindness and caring… I want to be as open as I can to receive that.” I said. The morning light is kind of dim, as the sun hasn’t made it’s way over the mountain yet. I feel hopeful. Really truly hopeful.
Maybe I go in there and she just wants to be mean. She just wants to find a reason to justify hating me. I don’t know. I’m not going to anticipate that. Maybe I am setting myself up to be a lamb to the slaughter, but I know I will feel better about myself and that I did my very best to create something good between her and I. That is so much more important than a stinky ol’ resentment.
I chose Love. Every time.