I have a pretty awesome collection of friends and lately I've been feeling especially fortunate to have them. As I was running this morning (in the rain, which was delightful, truth be told), I realized I owe a very public and profuse thanks to one friend in particular.
The other day I thanked a friend and fellow poet for his support and encouragement. While Tim's recent support was important and the push I needed to finally post some of my poetry, his wasn't the first. In fact, there probably wouldn't have known there as anything to encourage if it hadn't been for another dear friend, Michael Conlin. Michael and I worked together on two separate occasions (he left our firm and then rejoined a few years later). During his initial tenure, we didn't know each other well. The firm was bigger and more siloed then and our paths didn't cross very much. But the second time around, things were different. The firm was not only smaller, but functions were much closer and there was a lot more cross-functional interaction. And I think I was different, too. I was more outgoing, more willing to open up to new people (or newish, in his case) than I had been before.
So Michael and I got to know each other better and discovered a lot of similar interests, but most importantly, similar passions for writing and literature. Michael has long since moved on to work for himself and is working on getting a novel published - a staggeringly beautiful novel and I'm convinced he's going to be famous one day. So you can tell everyone you heard about him here first. But when we were working together, he began letting me read what he was working on and older stuff. After sharing file after file of his writing, I finally got up the nerve to share one little poem. Huge step as I'd never shared anything like that with anyone who wasn't either my husband or a professor. Much to my surprise, I survived the experience.
Without that interaction and his support, I wouldn't have been sitting at my computer a few days ago, cursor hovering over "save."
On top of all that, when I ran out of gas the other day I was meeting him for lunch and he saw me and stopped to help and got all gasoline smelly on my behalf. Now THAT is friendship.
Thanks, Michael. Next time Pancho's is my treat.