Yesterday I described to C., as we strolled in our swimsuits to lie poolside, that I had rolled my ankle earlier that day on the tennis court in a valiant lunge for a ball. Running shoes aren't fit for the tennis court, because they lack a firm sole, especially the outer edges of the sole that don't allow the side of your foot to hit the court any way but flatly.
Within a beat, she said, "You have a firm soul." I followed up: "You mean, s-o-u-l?" She relied, "Yeah, of all my friends you consider the motivations behind what you do and take it the most seriously."
Which made my heart leap for joy. She's seen me deliberate what to do through many personal dilemmas, and I haven't always been wise. I did my best. It was really heartening to hear her say that, amidst my (now proven to be) missteps, she saw that part of the process in me.
I dare say, affirmative words from a real friend can replace a joy you thought was lost forever. Figuring out who are your real friends is no small discernment, either. Yesterday the sun I felt wasn't only the one that made my skin darker; it was also the warming of reassurance in both these realizations.
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