Skyler was the first person I met when I moved from big-city suburb outside of Houston to a shockingly small town south of Austin. She was my neighbor. She was the one that talked me into trying out for the volleyball team and then talked me into staying on the volleyball team once I made it. *they never cut people…*
When we met, she and I were polar opposite. She was endlessly confident and her personality was impossibly contagious. I was shy. Truly, I used to be incredibly quiet and so easily intimidated by just about anyone or anything.
She was brave. I was not. She spoke her mind. I didn’t dare. She loved the social hour of lunch. I ate in the locker-room.
To this day I remember when she told me, “I’m going to burst that little bubble you live in. You need to loosen up and learn to have fun.”
Here’s another thing about Skyler– when she puts her mind to something, come hell or high water, she will do it.
And she did. She changed me, for the better. And now all the things that made us different before, have now made us closer and more alike.
All this to say, I flew out to see her in LA this past weekend. She a movie producer, make-up artist, and investment broker. No lie. She’s kind of a big deal.
So what did we do? We sat around and watched endless episodes of her favorite new sitcom, “Chuck.” Because that’s what best friends do. They sit around, doing nothing and not saying a word, and have a grand time. And for that, I am eternally grateful.