I was raised in an isolated world.
I am very comfortable with being alone.
When I moved to San Diego to attend college I remember saying that I’d never felt more lonely then I did in the city, surrounded by people.
There is something so incredibly detached about being at a party with no one to talk to. And, as a rather shy person, this happens to me more often then I’d care to admit.
Since marrying Adam, we have moved from new town to new town and I am just SO TIRED of only having new friends.
(That’s literally how everyone here describes me, as their “new-friend” It doesn’t bother me at all, cause it’s true, but for me “new-friend” describes the entire population.)
I miss history, I miss the ease of familiarity, I miss feeling relaxed when in a group.
Which brings me to this story:
This weekend I was invited to celebrate the birthday of one of my newest friends–even by the incredibly short standards of friendships I have in this town–these girls are by far my newest friends.
So, I walked to a local cafe to meet up and proceeded to have such a lovely day with these four women, all of whom have know each other for years.
They work together, two of them would be better described as sister’s then friends, and yet, I felt more relaxed with these women then I’ve felt in a long time.
What is that?
How come some groups can make you feel singled out and others make you feel drawn in?
I wish I could define it perfectly so that I could do my best to employ every tactic myself. I strive to be a good friend, a good neighbor, and I’m certain I fail more often then not.
Being a good friend often includes reaching out, and my self-conscious fears do NOT like reaching out.
My first impression is often described as “rude”. I can’t tell you how much this breaks my heart.
So… these kind women.
Like I said, I don’t know exactly what it was. For one thing, there seemed to be a distinct lack of BS. . . if you know what I mean.
There was no competition. . .can I get an “AMEN”!
Another thing I notice is that, although every minute contained at least one inside-joke, they always paused to explain themselves.
AND, even though they haven’t known me for long, they had inside jokes that included me.
Oh the sweetness.
These are the kind of women you could complain about your spouse with. Or eat twinkies in front of.
They are GORGEOUS, they are fit and smart and pulled together, and yet they are approachable.
How do they do that?
I don’t know for sure, but I’d authorize a case study on it.
The easiest way to describe it is this:
These are women after God’s own heart.
And I’m so grateful to know them.