It is good to have known someone for over 30 years and forged a friendship during those 3+ decades.
It is something far more than good – it is irreplaceable.
Such friendships can be so deep that they just outrank 5 or more friendships, in other cases. Maybe 10 …
The problem is, of course, that nothing is perfect.
A friendship can have a strong root but the rest of the tree can still have grown into a thinner and thinner stem, with fewer and fewer branches.
Many reasons: Living far apart …
No immediate reason to be together, like jobs …
Other concerns, like sick parents … family …
Big fat careers and a natural propensity to attract a huge network because you are nice fantastic person …
And that network doesn’t just give energy but uses it, and maybe you aren’t always sharp about whom you should allow to use it or not because of a zillion other things.
Doesn’t really matter. The result is the same: Strong root, thinner stem and even thinner branches.
Not the worst.
I’d hate a strong stem but a week root. Been there, done that.
But I miss both root and stem strength.
I really do.
My newest idea for scaling my business involves a community of idealistic people who do webshops, and a way to support them – whether they sell fair trade products, creativity to enlighten the world or something bio.
In other words, change makers.
I miss them, too.
People who really are into it.
But as friends, as part of larger network even.
Whatever the case, I do miss them.
Maybe it is a bad idea to have such … additional aspirations for a commercial activity: That it will also, in time, give me new friendships with both depth and breadth.
Maybe, but I have to start somewhere.
This part of my life, has been neglected for years … too. And I don’t want to weaken the root of another friendship, what is indeed there, by musing about what it is not, higher up so to speak.
I want to create what I need.
In fact, I want a few friends with root and stem and branch.
Maybe not as strong as that 30 year-friendship. It is probably not possible until … well, 30 years later.
And I can do with less.
I just need more of it.