It finally feels time to dust off my computer. Let the words flow to my finger tips, as they play their song vigorously on my keyboard. Writing has always been my outlet. My journey marker. My favorite form of expression. I hope to carve out time to let the joy of writing back into my life.
My previous post was all about looking back on 2014. Today, I rise again and look to set a goal for the blossoming new year. While there are a million things I’d love to improve, personal quirks that make me cringe or deeply formed habits that I’d love to wish away, I like to focus on just one thing in the hopes that perhaps I will meet the goal.
This year, in my mid thirties (cringe), it’s time to face something that I actually find quite challenging – making friends. Yep, friends.
You see, I actually have a whole slew of friends…apparently, I feel I have to qualify myself so I don’t come off as a complete loser (see above to habits I’d like to wish away).
But, in the neighborhood I live in – I’ve got nothing. In the city I live in, I’ve got one. I love to say to my friends who live in SF, “come move to Burlingame, I’ll introduce you to my one friend” And my one friend and I aren’t on BFF terms yet. Although, I’m working on it. We don’t text each other throughout the day with random thoughts. We don’t laugh so hard we have a little tinkle from our lovely post baby bodies. We’re both coming off of pregnancies and so we haven’t even hit a tequila bar together yet. But, it’ll happen. Because all those things are on my new years resolution list to do with her. Little does she know.
This may be one of my toughest resolutions yet. Because it’s a bit out of my control. The only thing I can do is attempt to set up a play date and then wait as cooly as I possibly can for a response. “oh what’s that? you want to meet up? no big deal at all” I wasn’t at home sweating over the whole thing.
Sweat I do, my dear “internet friends” (as my husband refers to you). I’m horrible at making the first move; it makes me waaaay too nervous. In fact, I’m lousy at picking the strand back up when people reach out to me. I lose touch easily. I kind of hate talking on the phone. And I lose my phone at least once a day.
Making friends in your 30’s is tough. Making friends with an initially shy demeanor is brutal. But, I’m going for it. Cause my god hanging out with friends, true friends, is ridiculously fun. It’s time I build that community again.
So, here’s old me, someone whose pretty relaxed on parenting but really enjoys it and doesn’t feel like complaining about it all the time; someone who is pretty much down for a glass of wine if offered, no matter the time; someone who loves to talk design and all things gorgeous but could give a rats ass if your home is in disarray or not how you’d like it to look – I promise I won’t judge; someone who is always down for a good laugh and prefers not to take things too seriously. Yes, this is my friend profile.
There it is. It’s officially out there. Time to start making some awkward phone calls and creeping other moms out at the park with my “hows it going?” icebreakers. Good Lord, I hate this. Wish me luck.
Photo fittingly taken by the first friend I ever made and a BFF for life when I ran into her on the streets of Palo Alto and it brightened my whole day. Hi Jules!
Entry filed under: Uncategorized.