I have been feeling more and more invisible. This new life, consumed by home making and child care, hasn’t left me the time or will to go out and make new friends. I am, and always have been, very bad at making friends. I am very good at meeting people, but turning that into a friendship? I have no idea how that works. I have a few people in my life that are truly kindred spirits. I couldn’t imagine life without them, but they don’t live near me and can’t stop by for coffee or meet me at the library. I guess, maybe I have to lower my standards for my kids’ sake. My son is as lonely as I am, and I know it. This has sprung my new quest: I’m on a mission to make mommy/daddy friends.
I have a real social phobia that has only gotten stronger in recent years. So meeting people is hard. Like I said, I’m pretty good at small talk. When someone comes up to me, I can shoot the shit with them, but rarely do I let it get much past that. I have gotten a lot of advice from this handy thing called the internet. But I’m not sure that throwing myself into a full blown social situation is a good first step. I think I will be over whelmed and vanish into my shell again. My plan is this:
I will continue to do all of the things that my kids and I like to do (museums, farms, libraries, farmers markets, hiking trails), but if I see anyone with a toddler, I will force myself to at least say “hi”. I know what you’re thinking, but no, I don’t do this already. I will shove the shy, awkward part of me deep into that part of my stomach that aches when I have to talk on the phone. I will also try to make a point of mentioning that I’m new to the area. I’ll let you know how it goes. We’re headed to the farmers market after the kids wake up from their nap. There’s usually lots of kids hanging around there.
Accomplishments: I made a bunch of burritos and individually froze them so we could have quick and easy meals without buying expensive pre-packaged chemical pockets. 🙂
Garden News: More MUSHROOMS!? I don’t know what the deal is, but I wake up every morning to mushrooms in my garden. I wish they were edible, then I’d be psyched… but I doubt they are. If they were psychotropic I’d be rich… but I doubt they are. They’re just kind of freakish. I don’t know what to do about them. Oh, and I think my Kale may never come up, its been like 2 weeks. I also think my pumpkins may not have survived the transplant.
Thanks for reading.