A lot has happened this week. Too much. A lot of it great. Much of it just challenging. At times it felt like the ground is shifting from under my feet, and not just due to one earthquake.
We had a game night at church, then a psalms-and-pancakes-get-together at Flaviu and Ema, then a baby shower hosted by Anca, a gift for our neighbor who never had a party thrown for her, in her life. Her childlike joy and gratitude were a gift to us. Then a wonderful sleepover at Diana’s, with great long conversations till 5 AM, bracelets making (curtesy of Allie) and delicious garlic bread, and vinete.
As an introvert, spending time alone is like breathing. And I honestly feel like I don’t have enough of it. I have to control my crankiness when too much is asked or expected of me from separate social groups. Though I realize I don’t have to be everywhere and also don’t have to justify my choice to not attend every event. I do not suffer from this ailment so called FOMO “fear of missing out”.
On the other hand, having a handful of friends to call your own is like rain in a drought. Isolation while in community is painful and harder to break out of, than the isolation which is simply physical. And accepting the love and friendship of others can be challenging as well, especially after a lifetime of getting used to disfunction.
Wise words of the week:
It’s better to have impenetrable boundaries and to be misunderstood, than to compromise your boundaries in order to be understood