I was waiting in line at Starbucks to get my vanilla latte (tall, iced, decaf, skim, extra shots of vanilla) this morning when I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. Something reminded me of sorority rush all over again. I'm not sure whether it was the heat in the air that felt reminiscent of August in Florida, people huddled in a coffee shop trying to stay cool, calm, and collected, or my desire to have a cold beverage in hand when I entered my next destination.
Nevertheless, it was nice to remember for a moment. Because I know I'll never forget the way I felt when we all rushed from the main room to the foyer, got into position for the potential new members to enter, and were prompted to be absolutely silent until the doors opened. I took those few precious seconds of quiet to breathe a sigh of relief. That door was so symbolic, it separated us from them in every which way and I was just grateful to be on the inside of it.
I think the biggest and best lesson I have learned in this past year has to be that you can only be a true friend to someone if you know how to be happy for them. I have seen this in both myself and others. I have recognized that I feel disappointed when good things happen to bad people. I can never truly be their friend because I see them in a new light and I am unable to feel happiness for their successes, even if accidental. On the contrary, I have seen people scoff at my good fortunes, and I realize that they were probably never really my friend in the first place.
I'm far wiser now than I was then. And I'm still ever thankful to be on the inside of the door.