The title has nothing to do with the blog post, but it is topical (first day of Spring and it’s freaking freezing) and I always struggle to think of titles.
Last Friday I did something I don’t often do and went out to a social gathering without husband. A friend was having a birthday party and invited us but husband was already booked. Usually I would wimp out, especially as it was a Friday evening and typically I’m fairly dead by the end of the week.
But for some reason, I thought, “Why the hell not?” and went.
And I’m glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Turns out, I can be quite extrovert when I’m not with husband. It’s like there’s only so much extrovert to spread between us when we’re in the same place and he usually gets it all, leaving me a wall flower. (Not his fault – entirely mine).
Whatever the reason, I had a great time and rediscovered how much I enjoy socialising with new people. Don’t get me wrong, I love my group of friends but the realisation that I saw two of them every single weekend in August is a bit eye opening. Like I say, love my friends. But it’s been a while since I met some new people.
So I’ve accepted an invite to a coffee date with some folks from one of the Face Book groups I’m signed up to. I think I’m going to be starting a different yoga class next term which will put me in with a group I have no previous connection with. All in the spirit of saying “yes”.
Although I have to fit new social things around existing ones, which means that my September is now fully booked, (even with three day weekends courtesy of having every friday booked off work, and a five day weekend at the end of the month), and most of October is booked already.
Aren’t I a regular socialite?
Spoiler: I’m not, but for some reason these people keep wanting to do things with me and I keep saying yes.