On Finding Others

I had lunch this week with a lovely person. A new person. Someone with differences. Someone with similarities.

I felt grown up. I felt engaged. Like I was giving myself a moment. Remembering how the world functions. How important it is to have new social interactions.

I walked into the situation knowing that at the worst I could suffer through , be polite, let the kiddies have their moment. So to feel comfortable and relaxed. To be making a relationship. It is a lovely outcome.

Sometime ago the ladies and I were discussing how one exactly goes about making friends as an adult. To not over simplify or over complicate it is best to describe the whole process as hard. Perhaps difficult.

As we become older we assume that there are social guidelines in place. We create lines and structure that don't necessarily exist. We get it in our heads that it can't be as easy as it once was - sitting in the sandbox or running down a hill.

But perhaps it is that easy. That the trick to making connections is to be honest with yourself and others. Of reserving your judgements, keeping you head on straight. I don't have the answers in how some people can channel the life of the Pied Piper, with armies of people at the disposal. It is something that I have no desire to experience. But I do feel good about those I have and keep. Having the opportunity to have a few more I will consider a blessing.