I've posted about Barb before but when I saw these words today, I was reminded of her and I knew that I needed to write about her again.
Like most people, I have a tendency to beat myself up. A lot. When something goes wrong in my world I immediately look to see what I've done wrong in the situation (which is healthy) then proceed to crucify myself for it (which is decidedly unhealthy).
Barb is my 'go to' person. I know that if I deserve the flogging, she will tell me straight up what a dumb ass I am. But 99% of the time, instead of beating me up she gently shines a light on a different way to view the situation and helps me to re-frame the story in a way that encourages me to be gentler with myself and move forward in a constructive way. I know she does this for her children and for many other friends in her life as well.
This is pretty incredible in itself, but there's more. Barb has been through hell for over two years now. Hell with extra sprinkles of hell-ish-ness trickled on her hell. She's a warrior and has a quiet strength that is inspirational. Even in the midst of everything on her plate, she still finds a way to be my cheerleader on a regular basis when I need her.
Barb has driven hours to be by my side when I've been broken. She's made me laugh when I couldn't stop crying. She's taken me to Vegas. She's helped me to see the best version of myself. She's my biggest fan.
She is always 100% in my corner and the world would be such a better place if everyone had a Barb (but you can't have mine).
