I’m not impressed with 2012. It has been the craziest rollercoaster year of my life. Frankly, it’s been so devastating at times I’ve actually hoped the Mayans are right.
When life propels you into a shit storm, it’s easy to only see the damage inflicted and miss the lessons you’re supposed to learn. In this month of Thanksgiving, I’m trying to focus on gratitude and lessons.
“What am I supposed to learn from all of this?”
Then it hit me… Peanuts.
Charlie Brown and his gang aren’t always kind to each other. In fact, Lucy is a bit of a narcissistic bitch. Even Linus can dig his heels in and be irrational. Great Pumpkin, anyone?
Then there is a friendship with a dog.
I’m not talking about Charlie Brown and Snoopy. I’m referring to the friendship of Snoopy with Woodstock.
“Woodstock knows that he is very small and inconsequential indeed. It’s a problem we all have. The Universe boggles us…Woodstock is a lighthearted expression of that idea.” – Charles M. Schulz
Woodstock was always my favorite Peanut’s character. As the youngest of four children and the shortest kid in my class, I could relate to that little bird. Despite being brilliantly yellow and adorable, he was quiet, stunted, and never flew in a straight line. Above all, he was loyal to Snoopy, and Snoopy was fiercely protective of him.
I dug into the history of Woodstock’s origin last night:
“Woodstock made his debut, in 1966, when one of Snoopy’s bird friends made her nest on Snoopy’s stomach. After the mother bird left and did not come back, Snoopy decided to care for the birds until they hatched (which proved to be very difficult). When the eggs hatched and the baby birds flew away, one bird, who eventually became Woodstock, had a lot of trouble flying. The undertalented bird stayed by Snoopy and his doghouse. At first, Snoopy was annoyed by the winged pest, but eventually warmed to him.”
Snoopy was the friend Woodstock needed in his darkest hours.
Like Woodstock, I have moments of being fragile, unable to fly straight, let alone fly at all. And like that runt of a yellow bird, I have amazing friends who let me sit in their nest, lick my wounds, and get strong enough to fly again someday.
I am blessed.
No matter what you’re going through, seek out your friends. Sometimes the ones you least expect will be the ones who support you the most. Never, ever underestimate their power.
Thank them. Hold them dear. Show your appreciation. Above all, be there for them in their hour of need, as they were for you.
In the end, who cares how much money you had, what your job title was, or if you were a size 2. Your true value on this earth is measured by who remembers you fondly long after you’ve passed.
Even then, my celestial energy will find my friends and whisper support and love in their ears. They’ll know it’s me because my angel wings will still have me flying crooked.
No one flies straight all the time. It is in those crooked flight patterns we find what matters most to us — friendship.