I have been running around like a mad woman trying to get everything packed for our heathen camping get together. I didn’t get to bed until late last night and I was up early full of nervous energy with my second interview this afternoon. After I’m done (hopefully with a job offer), I head home to finish packing the last minute cooler and we’re off. My goal is to come out of my shell and meet more likeminded people and get a little sketching done. I’ve been practicing on my phone posting my 365 Day photos and I think about have that nailed. Lots of nervous energy but it’s all for a good reason. To help calm myself a bit I thought I would read a stanza (here at work):
Something great is not always to be
given, praise is often for a trifle bought.
With half a loaf and tilted vessel I got
myself a comrade.
Again, this goes in hand with the last 3 stanzas advising about ‘fake’ friendships which can do more harm than good and ‘real’ friendship that both benefit and grow. The first line I mulled over for a bit and having a hard time with. What I think it’s implying is that friendly words are not always real and with unreal friendships that the favor is expected and entitled. The second line explains further that even though a friend may not have much to offer there’s a ‘real’ friendship there hiding in the imperfection.
Happy Friday Y’all!