"a bosom friend" "a kindred spirit"

How many of you have read or seen the film, "Anne of Green Gables?"


I longed to be Anne - to have spunk, keen and bold imagination, red hair, rash honesty, supreme confidence in my own ability to create, and, most of all, to have a "bosom friend," "a kindred spirit."


Alas, none of these are so, and it's taken me a long time to accept my grief.

• I am not spunky, at least not most of the time.
• My imagination usually needs a kick in the pants to get going.
• I am definitely not red-headed.
• My honesty, though too voluntary, is not rash. Indeed, I ponder too much the words I will say, and usually don't say them at all. A fault I'm learning to amend.
• I do not have supreme confidence in my creativity. I've always felt like an awkward girl being more comfortable tossing a football or playing ping pong than crafting or writing or, in general, creating.

And I do not have "a bosom friend."




Don't get me wrong. I have an amazing sister with whom I share a lifte-time of tender (and hair-pulling) bonding. I have a few VERY close friends. I have many GOOD friends. I know several upon several stand-up folks. However, they are none of them "a bosom friend."


I've thought a few relationships would deepen into that "bosom friend"; I felt so connected to someone, that I was sure we would form an everlasting and completely unique bond, but one of the following would typically happen.

• They would move away before a deep, deep connection could be formed.
• We would drift apart before a deep, deep connection could be formed because of very different life choices.
• They had already found their "bosom friend."

Do you know what it's like to be without "a bosom friend?" I'm sure lots of you do. Such a relationship is so rare. How do you feel? I'd love to understand if you feel similarly. It would help me not feel so alone with this.

I feel like I've missed out on very important opportunity in life and also like I can't at all relate to girls (or anybody) who's had a mutual best friend. I sometimes feel sad about it. Sometimes I feel that I have malfunctioned: that I'm deficient in a characteristic necessary of a fully formed woman.


So for those of you who do have "a bosom friend."

Oh, please treasure the amazing, God-granted, serendipitous relationship you share with that friend. For it truly is a treasure to be highly valued and sought after.


Thank you for reading, and please forgive the amazing amount of selfishness in this post. Gratitude is a shawl I'm still learning to put on.