Holley, Lainie, and I took the challenge from Amber at the run-a-muck to host a Sister Party. How difficult could it be to gather skin friends for a fun evening after all?
We decided to plan three weeks in advance, bribe them with a chocolate fountain, and even offer a little early Christmas shopping from (in)courage as well as incredibly creative women like Mandy and Lindsey (go check them out!). Who could resist. . . much less say “no”?!
Almost all of my friends, that’s who.
After the first party last Friday I had another one–the pity kind.
Bubbling up from time to time, usually after my birthday or a weekend when my husband is chasing bambi in the woods, I ask, ‘Why don’t I have any friends? Why don’t women like me?”
(I know it’s drastic. . . and I don’t truly believe women hate me or that I don’t have a friend on the planet, but it ‘feels’ that way more often as I get older.)
Confused, the list making begins. Is it because…
I’m too busy? They’re too busy? They think I’m too busy? I don’t have kids yet? I work too much? I’m not fun enough? I’m confident? I’m scary? They think I don’t need a friend (I admit I’m not usually not the ‘needy’ one in a group of women, but still.)? Or is it really just that darn swine flu?
Why is making friends, real friends, so difficult?
Despite the challenges, I’m committed to figuring out friendships. I know what it’s like to laugh so hard you cry over a good chai, to share ups and downs, to connect in the God-way with a girlfriend. And I’m not willing to give that up.
So let’s talk about this, sisters…do you ever experience this? What’s the secret to your friendships?