Last Thursday I texted my dear friend to see if Evalyn and I could FaceTime her family to wish them a happy first night of Hanukkah. My family does not celebrate the holiday, and I didn’t want to disrupt their traditions so I figured I would ask first.
“Of course!” my friend said. “We will light our menorah with you tonight.”
“I’m honored.” I responded. I had never been a part of a menorah lighting before.
“We are grateful!” she replied.
I’m a homebody.
I’m an introvert.
You can even say that I’m a bit shy and sometimes avoid interacting with other people on purpose.
I am for sure #TeamSociallyAwkward.
But, guys. This social isolation is killing me. Only a few days in, and I am missing the world around me.
There is something about not being allowed to have contact with others that makes me crave it even more.
I could feel guilty.
I am out of town for the weekend for my annual girls’ trip with four of my best friends who are located around the country. I hopped on a plane to fly away, while my husband stays home with the kids. I will be gone for five days.
I could feel guilty that I am doing something for myself.
For a long time as an adult, I was missing that close friendship connection that you often have with others when you are young. Back before marriage and parenthood and adulting consumed the majority of our time.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always had some very dear friends and lots of acquaintances that I interact with fairly regularly. But life often gets in the way. We all know how it is.
What I’ve really been missing is someone I can call a “Best Friend”.
The words escape me each time I sit down to write.
There is so much I want to say – so much I need to say – about the Mom 2.0 Summit. And don’t even get me started on the Iris Awards! That post will come later. One step at a time.