I like to think I am an open book. I like to think that I am friendly and forthcoming about my life. I like to think that.
But I am kind of wrong.
I was once talking to a friend I had made in Iowa and she mentioned that, “Yes, you are a little hard to get to know at first. But then you open up after awhile.” I thought she was crazy! I try to be nice and friendly. Then my other friend I made in Iowa said the same thing after I asked her. As I thought about it, I realized, I am a little closed up, a little guarded.
I don’t know why. I know a lot of people. I know their kids names and things about them. But to make plans with them really takes an effort on my part. Do we match? Do our kids match? Can I be myself around them? The true self. The sometimes goofy, crazy, emotional self? I don’t know.
I have a few friends in life who have really gotten to know me, outside of my family, of course. Tara, my longest friend to my college roommates to my newest friend, Karen. And many others. As I thought about it, I kept thinking about all those people. And I think maybe I am less guarded than I thought? Maybe I am open? But I think that right connection just works and you make a friend and you are friends for life. The end. I will check on you. I will call you after you have a baby. I will text you hilarious memories from the past. And I will be grateful for the list of friends that have been grouped through the years. And when we have become friends long enough, we will be neighbors on our best friend street in heaven.