Falling from pedestals

It took less than 24 hours and just one individual who I thought I would never see again to remind me that I'm only human. I'm not better than anyone else. And I'm most certainly not the kindest person in the world. UGH.

I don't think I've ever been on the receiving end of the whole 'killing with kindness' concept, but as a new recipient of said practice I can honestly tell you that there is no better way to make someone feel like an ass.

I spent a fantastic few hours driving around Bend and Mt. Bachelor in perfect weather, taking pictures of incredible lakes, forests, etc. all with the help of someone who should, by all rights, hate me through and through. We just rolled down the windows, blasted some great music and didn't talk a whole lot. Just enjoyed the day. And for once, I could not think of one other thing I would have rather been doing at that point in time.

And from where I'm sitting now, recalling this beautiful day, I'm realizing that I don't deserve it. And there's no way to convey now the depth of my remorse for calling off a friendship that should have lasted a lifetime.

Damn pedestal.