I wasn’t a social child, but I became a social adult. Parties here, parties there, openings here or there, gatherings over a glass of wine every night, and causes as the glue to hold it all together. Even in the little cottage where there was no room for a party, I had friends over every night as well as giant gatherings of hundreds of friends that would flow in the front door and out the back in a constant stream.
I married a polite gentleman whose core nature was to isolate. He put up with the huge happy crushes in the cottage and at the big house with great grace, but once we moved out of the big house the parties slowly stopped.
Socialization crept over to the web and stayed there. Slowly too, old friends moved, married and moved, died, or followed their dreams, and email became the best way to stay in touch.
I sometimes miss that social freedom, but today I am very thankful I can share some of what I have now. What I chose was a life with G and sobriety as well as a few quiet causes. Sometimes that’s proved the less social road to a new life, but I’m very thankful to be here.
What are you thankful for this holiday?