I’m a social creature. I love to be with people. I love good conversation, debate. I love to laugh, and have a tendency to bellow more than giggle or demurely smile. I like to get dressed up and attend, and I like to curl up and accompany, be.
But those who know me best know that I have a tendency to hole up. I don’t think I do it in an attempt to escape or hide, and I’m not sure if it’s an attempt to hibernate. One may call it “nesting”, but that may imply I’m creating the perfect home for my little chickadees…of which I have none. Sometimes I do it when I’m blue. In any event, it happens.
Keeping the main thing the main thing: we are social creatures and part of the living balance is that we will commune, have fellowship, seek relationships of all kinds.
I used to not have people to my home because it was too small. When I’d go to other small dwellings I’d realize that was a foolish thought. I’d not have people to my humble residence because so many of my friends live in far more lavish…damn lavish…houses. I’m a lousy cook. What if nobody shows up? Whatever. When I DO have people for a visit I enjoy myself and wonder why I don’t do it more often.
10/40 I will concentrate on my “socialness” and be cognizant of spending more time with people…friends, dates, acquaintances.
Sometimes this is easy and a natural progression of the activities I participate in…coffee after church, breakfast after biking, my church small group. Sometimes it’s part of the up-and-down dating life of being a single woman. Truth is, I’ll probably only be in Florida for a couple more years, and I’ve got to spend as much time with these people, those people, my people.
So what’s everyone doing this weekend?