Who is your emotional toilet?

I started back to school this week (for about the 14th time), but this time I have no excuses for not finishing up my degree. I'm working on my associate's in Education Assisting, and hope to continue on for a teaching degree in special education.

One of my classes is College Survival Skills, which I have been putting off forever. As many credits as I already have, I surely have the skills to survive college. But apparently this is a statewide required class, so I'm in it. I had my first class this morning, and the instructor is a hoot. She has a great way of teaching and keeping everyone listening. But one question she had stopped the room. "Who is your emotional toilet?"



Say what?

She went on to explain that we all need a friend who, when we are feeling overwhelmed and full of negative thoughts, we need a friend that will help us flush those thoughts away. Umm ok. So of course I stopped to think about who my emotional toilet is. It took about 2 seconds to know who mine is.



My best friend Kristin. Umm, if she's still my friend after I've called her a toilet, that is. I think she'll be cool with it though. Most of the time I'm hers too, so it should even out! Kristin and I are co-leaders of the most awesome mega girl scout troop ever. She is our MEGA FEARLESS leader. We have so much in common besides girl scouts though. We are both very strong advocates of international special needs adoption, Christians, and are both Pinterest addicts. Kristin so much that she is embarking on a great adventure with homeschooling her girls this year, Pinterest Academy. You need to check this out, seriously!!

I am very blessed to have a great circle of close friends. My best friend, Angie, who I have literally known my entire life. I have a picture somewhere of me and my mom at her mom's baby shower. Even though we don't talk nearly as much as we should, she's like a sister to me. Another best friend is Marsha. We REALLY don't  talk or see each other much, as she lives VERY VERY far away, which makes me sad. But now I temporarily have her dog as she moves even more VERY VERY VERY far away, so I have a hostage to make her come back and see me. Marsha and I have known each other since kindergarten, and some of my most favorite memories from high school are of us riding around town listening to the Beach Boys. We can go years, and we have, without talking, but then we'll pick up the conversation like it was 10 minutes ago. That's true friendship.

Ecclesiastes 4:12 - Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Appreciate your friends. Be a friend to them. Learn what makes a true friendship and cherish and nurture it!