I just came on here real quick to see who’s been around and I have to say this… (forgive me, this is fast…)
I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have the friends that I do. I swear. In my everyday life, I’ve been blessed many times over. And in the past couple of years, I’ve not been a very good friend to those I cherish. I haven’t made the time to pick up the phone and set up lunch dates or even just take the time to get together to catch up on news. At the end of the day, I’m tired or busy. I rush home to get away from all the crazies and take refuge in my wonderful house where I call the shots and shut out the bad noise. Sometimes I even let PD call the shots. But I feel safe at home and it’s where my “stuff” is that makes me calm and the only demands I’m facing are the pile of dirty laundry, a heap of unread mail or the dust on the hutch. Unscary stuff. Stuff that I can tackle when it suits me and I know I can do a good job and not be judged or watched over my shoulder. I do it my way, not to suit someone else’s specifications. I have lately come to appreciate the difference in the way I feel once I step over the threshold into my and PD’s house. It’s like feeling someone wrap big, strong arms around me when I need a hug.
Gawd, where did that come from? (My new favorite expression. Thanks, Maddie) I started out talking about how I’ve been blessed with friends. Back to that… Anyway. I love to come home at the end of a work day. And at the end of the work week, it’s even more inviting. And if I have to leave, it better be for a pretty good reason. I’m turning into a freakin’ hermit, aren’t I??? Well, it’s like this… It’s scary out there. There are mean people driving on the road, pushing shopping carts in the grocery store, behind the window at the bank, at the gas pump next to me, across the room in the restaurant, all over the place. Who wants to deal with them?
I know, I’m exaggerating. But if I don’t have to deal with negativity, I would just as soon not. And very little of that finds it’s way into my house. I’m very selective about inviting people into my home and I’ve gotten into the habit of screening my calls ( largely due to campaign calls, thank you very much. NOT)
Ok, I need to wrap this up and go to bed so I better get to what I was planning to say In The First Place.
I wanted to say that, reading the comments you have all so kindly written makes me feel so very fortunate to have you in my life. Not just on my blog but in my thoughts and prayers. I carry you with me all the time. You have no idea how often I think of you (yes, You) during the course of a day. A funny thing you said or something inspiring you took the time to write. And it seems that I’ve been kinda (ok, very ) needy the past year or so and those of you who have stuck by me and offered your ears and prayers and thoughts, I want to tell you how much I appreciate it and how great you are. I’ve been wanting to make time to personally email quite a few of you recently to tell you just that, but in a more personal way. And that time has been hard to come by with the hours I’ve been working and trying to keep some semblance of a life too. But being able to come here and see that you’ve thought of me and cared to say so means so very, very much to me. The mails you’ve sent are also precious. I have a support system that I can rely on And I Don’t Even Have To Leave My House. (that’s what the whole idea of this post was, why it took me so long to get it out, I have no idea.)
Thank you and if I could I would order a big ole group hug right about Now. 🙂