Sacrifice

A friend invited me to a special holiday sale event last night. I almost cancelled because I am so tired from work and I had already been out several nights this week. Instead, I checked in with Wood and with his positive reinforcement, decided to go anyway.

I must tell you, I had an AMAZING time. And only after a couple of hours settling into the scene (which wasn't entirely my speed) and looking at the treasure that was for the taking (and drinking a glass or three of champagne), I relaxed enough to buy myself something that I wouldn't normally buy for myself and remembered that I have interests and proclivities toward collecting things.

I have a fetish for paper and fabric and costume jewelry. I love the idea of continuing my grandfather's saucer and teacup collection. Some art excites me. I'm intrigued by what people create and strangers are so very interesting to talk to.

We talked and then had dinner out. This woman is one of my 60 something year old friends. I love that I am connected to women who are wiser than I am.

I enjoyed the evening so very, very much and as I had hoped, it filled me up a little bit. It also helped me realize how very, very much of myself I've given away. The first step toward healing is knowing. Right?