Weekend / social lifeAugust 24, 2015
Another Josh-call weekend in the books. I still find these incredibly challenging. There were many bright spots in this one, and also some longer stretches that felt rather lonely. I am continuing to work on being present with those feelings instead of catastrophizing them. But sometimes it’s hard.
I did meet some potential new friends at the playground. I need more friends — especially friends with young children. Honestly, it has come to my attention that I am struggling socially in Miami Beach. We’ve now lived here 2 years — so we’re no longer ‘new’ — and therefore I feel that I can no longer hold onto that as my excuse. We have met some lovely people, and there are a few relationships that seem to be in the early stages. But I still don’t feel like I (we?) have casual friends to make plans with on weekends, or to invite over for drinks on a Friday evening even if the house isn’t picture perfect. I don’t get many invites to things (rather pathetic to announce this on the internet, but it is what it is).
Part of it may be our jobs and our demographic. Everyone is ‘busy’, whatever that means. Part of it may be lack of effort on my part, although I feel like I have started to try a little bit harder. We do have a lot of family around, and often that is enough — I truly do love our family gatherings and visits. I also think there are just some other cultural/regional things that are a little bit hard to get around, and our recent trip to NC sort of highlighted some of those things.
But we are definitely not planning on a move any time soon (or really, ever) so I’m going to keep working on it.
Up on the table, wearing one of A’s sneakers. I think he even exhausted himself.
In other news, after nearly a year of eating paleo, I am going to give it a rest. I will have to give more details on another post (maybe tomorrow!), but yeah. I’m eating grains and cheese and peanut butter and white wine again (okay fine, I never really gave up the white wine) and it’s honestly nice to be back to eating the way I did for the prior 34 years of my life.