Hitting My Stride (Part One)

You would think that moving back to your hometown would be easy. That you would know all kinds of people, that you would have built in friends, that your social life wouldn’t stall out. For some people, maybe that is how it works. Unfortunately, that’s not how it worked for me. I moved home and I realized that it wasn’t quite that easy. That at 27, it takes a lot of work to create a good group of friends.

I’ve always been an extremely social person, and also been pretty lucky to have had school, sororities, and work to help me craft a friend-base. Moving back here, I didn’t have any of those things. Or so I let myself believe. The truth is, I was being lazy. I was being shy. I was making excuses.

It wasn’t so much a resolution of 2012, but I guess maybe it should have been. Recently, though, it’s gotten better. I woke up from my little fog and have started making plans. Reaching out to people. Saying “yes” when I’m asked to do something, instead of saying “maybe.” Because of that, things have changed. They are getting better. They are getting easier. And I am getting a lot more invitations to do things. The truth is, I still had a few friends that lived in Atlanta. And once I started doing things with them, they introduced me to their friends and included me more often.

I am now the proud member of a volunteer organization, a book club, and a girls night out group. I’m looking into joining junior league. And even better, those great girls that have started including me are also sending me job references for freelance design. I’m not only getting social fulfillment, but I’m getting work fulfillment.

All it took was starting to say yes. Stopping this nonsense of limiting myself and opening myself back up to other people. I’m so much happier than I was a few months ago.

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