Friends

I am so incredibly lucky. Lucky isn't even the half of it. I'm beyond fortunate. I have such great friends. Friends from middle school, high school, college, jobs, graduate school, volunteer activities, mama groups...my life is full.

I have more friends--good friends--than I'm able to properly keep in touch with. And there lies my stress. I have always prided myself on the fact that I am really good about keeping in touch with people. My oldest friend from elementary school (which I attended in Ohio, until my family moved to Virginia before sixth grade) and I wrote real, paper-and-envelope!! letters for years, and continue to keep in touch via Facebook. I'm still in touch with three of the foreign exchange students who visited my high school when I was attending.

But as time goes on and I get busier (and acquire more friends?) I find that it has become more and more difficult to maintain the close connection with all of them that I once managed so effortlessly. There are some close friends who I used to see at least once a week who I now have gone months without talking to. How did I get to this place??

I guess I'm writing this post to acknowledge to myself that I am no longer a superwoman of correspondence, and to try to explain to any neglected friends how sorry I am.

You might notice I didn't get around to Christmas cards this past year, either. I know, I know--brotherhood and good will to all (wo)men. Trust me, I wished it all your way. I just didn't manage to put it to paper. I'll do better this year (with Christmas cards and correspondence, in general)...promise.