On the way to quilt guild

It's my first meeting. I've been a member for a year. I've won ribbons in their show. But I've never attended a meeting.

At the therapists office, I came up with yet one more excuse for why I couldn't drive 10 miles home in 5 o'clock traffic and then 12 miles back to go to guild. Just like all my excuses, someone got in the way and the therapist offered to let me sit in her waiting room and go from there.

So with no other excuses handy, I pulled out my he use and I sewed for an hour. I left there and went to a favorite little cafe and am having a delicious sandwich. I've killed an hour and a half of my 2 and a half hour wait.

Right now, you're wondering what's so great about that.

Well, if I'd gone home I would have spent an hour and a half in the car; 45 minutes each way.

This has been nicer than that.

It's weird to be alone. I'm almost never alone. Alone in this restaurant eating. And it's going to be weird to walk into that guild meeting alone. That probably sounds weird to anybody that spends time alone on a regular basis. Most people probably wish they could get a few minutes alone without clicking the lock on the bathroom door.

But I'm trying to figure out whether it would be quicker to teach Rob to sew or make a new friend at the meeting.

My sandwich is done and the time is nigh for me to get in the car and cross a hurdle that should never have felt like a hurdle.

The life of an introvert is wonderful...once you start standing up to the fear.

Be well and I'll try to tell what happens next tomorrow.


Lane