Yesterday, I got to spend the entire day with Bethany (my dear friend and the person who helps me run the shop) and during our time together we talked and laughed and laughed some more. It’s so refreshing to have friendships in which you can discuss all aspects of life; the good, the bad, and the ugly without being judged. We must cherish and nurture those friendships; they really are good for the soul!
During our day of chatter, we got on the topic of life and friendships and how they evolve as you get older. We talked about how, though we’re older and settled and feel secure, we, as women, still have a deep desire to be accepted. Do you have a group of friends in which you overthink and analyze everything you say, what you wear, and the stories you tell every time you hang out with them? Was my laugh too loud? Were my jokes not funny? Did they talk about me when I left? Why do we do this and, more so, why do we care? We have a small group of solid friends who truly love us for who we are, yet when we get around a group of potential friends, we try to exude a personality that will perfectly mesh with them rather than just be ourselves. Maybe it’s new people at work, the other moms in your child’s class, or the wives of your husbands co-workers. We want them to like us and we want to be accepted. So, rather than focusing on being our normal and totally awesome self, we’re more focused on trying to fit in.
When I try to break this scenario down, I want to be better at both ends. I want to just stay true to who I am…a loud-laughing, overly outgoing, wine-drinking mommy of two. If new people like me, that’s great, but, if not, that’s okay, too. Just stay true to who you are! Again, we have a God (and family and friends) who loves us exactly the way we are. And, on the flip side of that scenario, I want to be accepting of the new people I meet. Just as I’m trying to be the “fun new mom” in the playgroup, there will soon be another woman trying to make that first impression, too. I’m going to accept her for who she is, giggle at her jokes, and not give her the judge-y eyes when she laughs louder than a tornado siren.
We don’t have to be best friends with everyone, but being friendly and being accepting (and accepted) sure makes life a little sweeter.
P.S. I’m sorry that I rambled about life rather than posting a Weekend Wishlist. I’ll make it up you…promise!