Honk if you don’t love parties. I don’t. I like them better than I used to but usually, I wish for a little scheduling conflict to show up so I can’t attend The Party. If it’s something I can’t get out of or have decided to push through my discomfort, I actually show up. There’s no telling how I might show up. I could be quiet, which is my old go-to. Or, I might talk a lot out of nervousness. When I used to drink socially I’d be sure to have one or two to get through the party. Sometimes I insert foot into mouth. Now that I’m more consciously intuitive I feel some people’s energy and that’s a whole new complication.
One of my life lessons and there are many, is to just be me and let go of concerning myself how others might process me. When that happens I find myself relaxing and actually enjoying the party. And if I’m not enjoying myself? I remind myself there’s nothing wrong with being an introvert and wishing I were home or on a woody path, or out on our sailboat for the night stargazing. I don’t have to apologize for what I like and don’t like. It’s time to stop feeling like I have to fit into what I feel society wants from me and instead just do whatever I want.
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