I heard a song this week that made me think. Tim McGraw’s song Southern Voice has the line, “Come on in. I’m sure glad to know ya.” in it. For some reason I really heard that line. My grandmother used to say that. I like it. When compared to, “It’s nice to meet you.” it sounds warmer. Friendlier. More intimate. I guess it wouldn’t be an appropriate thing to say to everyone you meet for the first time, but I think there are times when those words might be exactly what someone needs to hear. They communicate a willingness to get to know someone.
I think we all have a desire to be known and loved. Sometimes that desire is buried deep. We’ve been known and hurt by those close to us so we hide ourselves from people. We try to protect ourselves by not letting people see us. We are scarred and scared. Every time we open up to someone we are putting ourselves at risk of being hurt again. And we will be hurt again. People are people. They will do stuff that hurts us. Some of it will be intentional. Most of it won’t be. It’s the knowing when to trust someone and when to let them go that’s hard for me. I tend to be an open book. If you ask something I will tell you. I don’t have a problem letting myself be known for the most part. Sure there are some things that I am tight-lipped about, but mostly I don’t mind letting people get to know me.
Since leaving my husband and filing for divorce I’ve put almost all the people who really know me aside. I don’t plan to never talk to them again, but I’m not ready to hear what some of them might say. It feels strange…this lack of friends.
I do have Fleur de lis. And thank goodness I have her. She’s been amazing during it all. And oh so very patient with me. Thank goodness.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this post. It’s just stuff that I’ve been thinking. And for some reason there are tears in my eyes over it all. And just in case you were wondering this post isn’t about anyone in particular. It wasn’t because of any event. I just heard a song that made me think.