When I have plans with a friend, and then something changes, I often feel badly about telling her that I can’t make it. I love my friends, and I love to be with them. I don’t like it when something comes between me and them. I hesitate. I wonder. I try to rearrange things. I work my way up to telling her what happened and why I can’t make it.
Then, I find out that my change works out better for her. She was faced with a choice that now she doesn’t have to make.
It happens so often. It seems more than coincidence. A change for one of us works out best for the both of us.
I’ve started to face such situations knowing that we’ll both end up in fine shape.
Somehow in some way the stars take care of us.
Even if it’s not so, it’s an awfully nice feeling.
That’s my outlook on postponed engagements.
−me strauss Letting me be