Melissa, at Suburban Bliss, has a very... something. Relevant. Post. Sort of.
That night (where we stayed up until 2am on a Thursday talking about, you know, everything) when Leslie brought up how different everything will be next year I tried to contrast Leslie's talk about it being 'different' with how it won't be different. I said we'll still be able to get together as families. We can still have girl's nights.We'll have play dates on half days and vacations.....
But then I started to cry because it will be different and different is scary.
We've all been running in a hundred different directions this summer and it's already different. I'm trying to keep breathing but sometimes,when I let my brain go I start to flail ("It has a name Helen!").
I'm not very good at making friends. It took me nearly seven years to find these friends and I'd like to think the training wheels are working and showing me how to reach out to other people. I know all my friends are great at reaching out and just being who they are and attracting people to them.