'Threesomes' – despite the title, this blog post contains no sexual content.

You’ve, no doubt, noticed that I haven't written my blog for the past two weeks. What can I say? Life got in the way. That’s a lame excuse but that’s all I’ve got.

I try not to make excuses these days. If I can’t or don't want to do something, I simply tell the truth, rather than the little (or big) fibs I'd been known to use in the distant past.

It’s like friendships. Some last the course and others don’t and truth can play a vital part in both outcomes. There are those that fade away and those that need breathing space to get back on track. I’ve experienced both scenarios over the last year. One I thought was sadly dissolving away to nothing, but suddenly came back and I couldn’t be happier about it. Another had run its course and I was ok about it.

Friendship is a funny old game. I’ve had other friends tell me I have too many. How many is too many? I’m, on the whole, a good friend to have but like most, I’ve let people down, offended some, called others out on bad behaviour, not called them for months (even years) and even called time on more than one. No-one ever gets it right the whole time.

I’ve had friendships where I’ve set no boundaries. Big mistake. I don’t like to be disliked or have people angry at me but you can’t please everyone. I’ve learned to clean up my mistakes, admit when I’m wrong, say sorry when I have to and finally set those boundaries. There are friends I hope to always have where distance or time between talking makes not one iota of difference. There are friends who get annoyed with me when I don't call, even though they never call. There are friends who have let me down, and vice versa. There are friends I don't miss and they probably don’t miss me either.

What I’m getting at here is that if you’re not your own best friend, how can anyone else be a true one? Some would call that self-indulgent, sentimental and schmaltzy but it’s true. There have been times when I’ve been foolishly independent and not wanted to rely on my friends, aka bother them. Being your own best friend can be a great way to work through feelings of loneliness, insecurity, and instability in life but at the same time, friends can help with that too, if we let them. I don’t take them for granted anymore.

So why ‘threesomes?’ I had to get your attention after two no shows. If you’re my friend, you’ll let me off.