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The revolution in loneliness reporting has expanded. It reminds me to enumerate and question those I count as friends. There is no definitive amount that the government provides as the correct number and psychologists don’t help much because they are busy trying to explain the issue to journalists. I have been searching for an article on what to do when you have too many besties. No luck so far. Friends flow in and out of our lives. I found my first real best friend in elementary school because she had moved to the suburbs and my class didn’t have enough books available. Since she sat next to me, we shared. That conversation went on for years. Others joined my posse in high school. Some are still around. Additions come with new activities. Not everyone had the same place as life went on and paths swerved. But they are all still there in my memories. The one friend I count on to stay is me, myself and I. Life depends on us being a great friend even if it is only to that pal who shows up in my mirror every morning. Being your own friend gives you someone to talk things over with, compliment endlessly, cry alongside and enjoy just for the sake of them always being available. I take being accessible very seriously. Friends do that.
You are Extraordinary!
Week 27: When you are able to be comfortable enough with yourself to eat out alone without using your smartphone, you are able to listen more intently to that self-talk machine inside your mind. Delegate some time to brainstorm, plan and dream but include living in the exact moment you are experiencing. That is true love. It may also help to clarify what you need to focus more on. It helps when you shop alone or travel solo also. The decisions are all okay because they are all yours. I didn’t say that they were correct. But they are yours.
