Wild World

eWee is leaving us. She has spent more than 4 years in the company, and I've witnessed her growth from a sweet young thing to a still sweet, but older and wiser woman. We were not friends from day one; she belonged to the sweet young things group, while I was more the older sophisticated woman (Haha!), but circumstances brought us together, and we've gotten closer ever since.

In this company, she has learnt many lessons, about work, about life, about friendships, about betrayal. She has made friends and she may have made some enemies as well, I don't know. She has shed tears of joy and friendship, as well as tears of disappointment or anger. She loved, she laughed, she cried, she yelled, she cursed, while all the time working, and learning and imbibing the wisdom all those around her.

Four years is a long time. And all too soon, it's now time for her to leave. She will be leaving the shelter of a place which is almost a second home, and her colleagues whom have become almost family, and venture out into the wild world.

Oh baby baby it's a wild world
I'll always remember you as a child girl
If you want to leave, take good care
Hope you make a lot of friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware.

But I have faith in her, that she'll flourish out there. Her smarts and her willingness to learn will bring her places. Her big warm and sincere heart will bring her true friends. She has the capacity to grow and to learn to be a bigger woman than she was before. The next time we see her, she will have grown; deeper in character, greater in confidence and faith, and wiser in all things. I pray that she will not lose that within her, the belief that the world is a good place, with good people; the desire to do good and do better; the love for that is good and lovely and true.

I'm happy for her. I truly am. I'm happy that she's going to suffer in her new work place; loads of new work challenges, having to work with difficult people, travel non-stop, have a demanding and punishing work schedules. I can see that already. But I know that it's going to be good for her. All the challenges in life will only serve to make us better. She'll struggle for a bit, curse and swear a little bit, and after a couple of weeks of struggling, she'll start to grow into the new job. She won't miss her friends so much anymore. She won't go home to cry as often. She'll learn to manage the stress better, and not have sleepless nights and headaches. She will survive, and I'll be proud to be her friend.

All the best Evie!