One of my comfort foods are bread. Not so much anymore since I became gluten intolerant, but still. My favorite breakfast is a slice of toast with homemade apricot jam and a cup of black coffee.
The coffee, bread and jam really have nothing in common. They just complement each other, and in my world, they naturally go together. People are like that too. Some people just naturally “go together”.
I have always been all about family. Family first, family second and family third. Whatever would please my family, would be the choice I make. For example, I love traveling. But I cannot afford to travel to Europe for a holiday and then travel to see my family in the same year. Therefore, I will travel to see my family instead… since I feel it is the right thing to do. If I travel for holiday, and then say I cannot afford to travel to see my family, then I clearly put my love for traveling and exploring ahead of my family. It simply implies that I love traveling more than my family. That I would place my needs ahead of spending time with my family…
Truth be told, my family and I are not like coffee, bread and jam. We just do not go together well. Do not understand me wrong. I love them dearly. My mom and dad are my save haven, and if I had the means, I would visit them very frequently. And we are like coffee, bread and jam… But that is where it ends.
My friends are my coffee, bread and jam. Through the years I have made wonderful friends that have become my family. We come from different world, have different views and experiences, and yet, we just naturally go together. I have seen families that are like coffee, bread and jam. And it always renders me a little sad, because that is what I want too. I also want family that goes together. It literally used to bug me and eat away at who I am, trying to figure out what I do wrong. Why can my family not also go together? Honestly, I cannot tell you why. I just do not know. Do I need to know why? No, I don’t. I no longer allow it to eat away at who I am. I enjoy seeing family and have learned to take it for what it is. Spending time with family has the same feeling as having dinner with complete strangers that you took a liking too. You laugh, talk and spend a couple of hours together and then do not speak again until you run into each other again, by accident.
My family and I will never be coffee, bread and jam. But it is oaky. Just because we are blood relatives, it does not mean we have to be best of friends. The secret to being happy is not about family. It is about the coffee, bread and jam you have in your life. Appreciate those that goes with you. They are after all, your true family, your coffee, bread and jam.