Saturday, November 19, 2022

Friends in the Fall.

 I have a fantastic friend, Jessica, who hosts a friend party each year.  
These parties are formal, fancy, and hosted 
 at her beautifully preserved 1920s federal-style home.
Inside her home, the vibe and decor are stunning, and she
 makes Martha Stewart-worthy food, which is delicious and beautiful.
The name tags and meal menus are handpainted individually
(along with the invitation that came in the mail).
And she concocts drinks infused with lavender and herbs from her garden.
Tonight, I wore the mink I found and bought at the
 Mesa antique mall earlier this year with Jane.
It's such a fun evening; we're always honored to be invited.
Plus, it's so fun to dress up with Christian.
After dinner, we play charades, and I'm the worst at that game,
but can't help being so competitive, which I hate, too.
At most parties and events, I go home kicking myself for
saying something stupid or not saying something when I should have.
Is it an introvert's problem?
Also, it got worse after the accident.
I've been talking a lot about my introvert-ism because I've been studying 
a book called, 
Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking 
by Susan Cain.  It's changed my life and has helped
me understand why I am the way I am, why I do the things I do, and
why, for the love of Pete I have such an aversion to big groups and that
maybe best of all, it's OK to have these feelings, and I'm not an idiot.
But in the end, I am thankful for good friends who value and love
the same things I do, and who accept 
me in my introverted competitiveness.

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