Did you read Anne of Green Gables when you were young? I did, over and over. I spent a long time wishing I had red hair, freckles, and just half of Anne's spunk. I also spent a long time hoping to find a friend who would be a kindred spirit. Now, don't get me wrong, I had friends, and they were good friends. However, I was convinced there was something more out there. I just knew that somewhere there was another girl who thought the way I did and reacted to things the way I did and when we met we would just click. There would be none of this getting to know each other nonsense. We would just be friends forever. Kindred spirits.
But life doesn't always work that way, does it? Frequently, the people we are friends with are the people that are there. They are the people we work with, go to school with, share beliefs with. They are the people who have kids the same ages as ours, people who have little bits of their lives in common with little bits of ours. They are good people and good friends. Many times they add amazing things to our lives because they are different than we are.
But sometimes we still want the kindred spirit.
Because, honestly, there is nothing like talking to someone who just gets you. Someone who follows the twist and turns of your mind and doesn't keep asking you what you mean. Someone you can be yourself with.
I have been thinking a lot about friendships lately because of some drama going on among people I know. Does everyone want the same thing out of friendships? I am sure they don't. And I am sure we don't all define a good friend in the same way. I wonder sometimes if continuing to look for kindred spirits sets us up for loneliness because friends like that are few and far between. But then I think of that almost magical feeling when you connect with someone and you know you have found a friend. It is almost like falling in love.
I have also been thinking about friendships because my daughter has been rereading Anne of Green Gables. By the way, did anyone else have this copy?
Can we just agree that this is not what Anne looked like? Please. It does not fit the image in my head at all.
In a weird sort of way I think Anne taught me to look below the surface of friendships. I learned that friendships themselves could be deeper and that there was nothing wrong with wanting more. But at the same time, value the everyday friendships. After all, Diana didn't always follow Anne's flights of fancy but they still loved each other dearly.
So anyway, my point is (if you are willing to believe I have one, I am not so sure anymore.) that I still believe in kindred spirits.
And I still sometimes wish I had red hair and freckles and half of Anne's spunk.
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