One of the very hardest things for me as an adult is making new friends. Though it's nowhere near as painful nor as difficult or challenging as when I was a child or teen, it's still something that leaves me uncertain and so extremely nervous I overcompensate by talking too much.
Years ago, when I would babysit for supplemental income in my early 40s, I took care of a little boy who would greet other children on the playground by yelling, "Hi, everybody! My name is John, wanna play with me?" It was endearing and adorable and the kids responded well.
But doing that as adult would go an entirely different, most likely not good, way.
Well, this morning I opened my email and I had the nicest message from someone I met through a work event last Thursday. She wrote how much she enjoyed our talking and how she thought my cat was cute and to please text her if I had any questions about our event or if I just wanted to chat about our pets.
I felt like I was back in school, only this time with more favorable results. For me, making friends at this age is both welcome and scary and I am so grateful that my trying harder to meet people didn't have someone running for the hills.
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