I'm a fairly solitary soul.
Always have been, even as a little girl. I'm thinking maybe being an only child was the beginning of my becoming an introvert, but also being a person of great imagination.
The imagination can be a magical and wondrous thing, but it's also the source of being able to think up the wildest things to fret about.
I can close my eyes at night and imagine the most dire of events playing out.
Most of them, thank God, are entirely too far fetched to ever come to fruition.
But not all.
Going through a time of sadness brings with it a time of reflection.
The past few months have had me doing a lot of that.
It's also brought front and center how very much I'm missing girl friends.
Yesterday my friend Jill and I went to the Boone Annual Seconds Sale. It's an event that's been going on for years and years and years. An event where many people arrive a couple hours ahead of time before the doors open with their chairs and their coffee. And just spend some visiting with others who have waited an entire year to spend their hard earned money on pottery and other other pretties made by local artisans.
It started out being a sale of pottery seconds at a much reduced price from the gallery prices the artisans' work sold for.
Over time it's changed and evolved to include weaving, hand painted silk, stained glass, jewelry, photography, paintings - any number of wonderful things. Not necessarily seconds, but still at great prices.
It's a fun event. Not only do we get to spend our money, but it's a social thing also. I see people at the Seconds Sale I rarely see otherwise. Get to catch up, grab some hugs. And make promises to get together before another whole year has passed.
With my heart on my sleeve these days, I am so easily moved to tears it's embarrassing.
I've always been easily moved to tears. Anyone who knows me, knows this about me.
But lately? whew, boy. I'm a mess.
(as I pick up a tissue).
Jill and I had a good time. We shopped. We giggled. We talked. And because we've both suffered losses recently, yes, there were a few tears.
During this time of giving thanks, I am thankful for Jill. More thankful than she'll ever know.
But man, I am missing me some of my gal pals that don't live close.
Some of them I've known since I was a kid.
Some I met while we were partying hard on the streets of Atlanta.
Some I've met through work.
Some I've met on-line, many from the mystery community.
So this is for my girlfriends.
I love you guys.
Thanks for being my friend.
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