One of the things I hugely missed during the years of my illness was having a social life. I was able to have just enough, little tastes here and there, to make me wistful for my old days full of get-togethers. Mostly women friends, laughing, sharing our thoughts. I think friendships make us better. All relationships, but friendships especially. Friends broaden our ways of thinking and build our confidence.
Lately I have had a whirlwind of new and wonderful friendships. I met a woman through my husband's work who is delightful. We are very close to the same age and although we don't have a lot in common on the surface, we do underneath. I knew from the moment I met her that we are soul sisters. I enjoy her company tremendously and am grateful each time we are together that I have the energy for her friendship.
Recently we met her partner and to my great joy my husband got along swimmingly with him. This is our second couple friendship in less than a month. Where we love both people. Wow! That's incredibly rare. I feel very lucky.
This past weekend I was busy three days in a row. Something that would have been un-thinkable when I was ill. It felt rich. Like a bath in warm buttermilk, I felt enveloped and fully alive basking in the conversation and friendship of others. We are social creatures and I'm just beginning to realize how devastatingly isolating illness is.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.