Multitasking overload.

The other day I was driving home from work and it took everything I had to not check instagram on my phone. It’s like a reaction. Get in car. Turn on engine. Buckle seat belt. Start driving. Check phone. What the hell is wrong with me? 

Actually, I think it’s safe to say, what the hell is wrong with us? Because I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has this problem. I like to think of it as a multitasking problem. 

When is the last time you watched a movie at home and actually watched the whole movie without your attention wandering. Wandering to your phone. Wandering to your computer. The other night I was watching a movie (one I hadn’t seen before mind you), and I was also texting on my phone, looking at instagram on my iPad, and scrolling through pinterest on my laptop. I mean… what is that? The day that I can make it home from work without viewing some type of social media is a rare day indeed, and my commute is only four minutes. 

So is there a bigger picture here? Probably. Do I really want to spend time dwelling and diving and ranting and raving about how we as a society have issues and we need to do more of that living in the moment stuff rather than making sure we get a picture of the in the moment stuff? Not really. I’m guilty of it and I’m use to it and I really don’t care how distracted by social media people are, it’s none of my business. 

However, I am going to make a conscious effort, consider it a mid-year resolution, to limit the multitasking. Will it kill me to wait five minutes to see what pointless pictures my acquaintances are uploading? Nope. Heck it’ll even give me something to look at when I’m safe at home on the toilet and not behind the wheel. No more taking a thousand pictures of my hike to only post one. That one will suffice altogether. Limit the phones during dinner, unless your checking IMDB for a movie reference, that shit can wait. And couple selfies? Well, I can’t promise anything with that. 

So no extreme changes. I embrace social media and accept it as part of our culture, but I have to remember that it can wait. Live life, don’t just post it. 

Biffle.

I’ve always been drawn to this less than philosophical quote: 

"Friendship is so weird, you just pick a human you've met, and you're like, yup I like this one, and you just do stuff with them."

Obviously, it’s more than that, but I’m pretty sure that concept is where every great friendship starts. That’s definitely where my biffle and I started about ten years ago. 

What’s a biffle you ask? Synonyms include: best friend, bestie, BFF, bests for the rests, etc.

I don’t think I realized the true value of a best friend until I moved to Indiana. Once you are in a place where you are without the comfort of your normal surroundings, you ache for the person who will make you feel completely at home. Of course my husband will always be home to me, but my best friend offers comforts that are unlike any other. I’m sure all married women out there would agree when I say that a girl can have two soul mates in life: her husband, and her best friend. 

This past weekend was spent with my other girly half. We indulged in wine, gossip, shopping and of course, Carrie Bradshaw. We stayed up way too late and slept in… and realized how much those two terms have changed since our teenage days. We rehashed the past and planned for our future, basically counting down the years when we can reside in the same city again. And after spending a short 3 days with her, I feel more like myself.

True friendship is a rare thing, especially for someone like me who really just doesn’t like most people in general. I’m lucky to say my best friend has the ability to selflessly share in my joys. She is truly happy for me when the stars line up and life throws me blessings. On the flip side, when I’m hurting, she is hurting. If one of us is going through a rough patch, then we’re both fighting sleepless nights. We are connected, our hearts intertwined.

So after having an amazing weekend, I thought it was time to put my appreciation into a few, simple words, Lord knows we don’t do that enough...

Thank you for being my person. For scratching my back (and head and arms). For telling        me when a bikini is way too small or when it makes my ass look great. For making me laugh. For laughing at me. For treating my dogs as your own (one day we’ll insert kids there). For listening to me bitch about life. For letting me be a bitch in general. For giving me perspective. For giving me hope. For being you. For letting me be me. 

I can’t thank you enough. 

I love you biffle. See ya soon. 

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