Making friends as an adult is much harder that I anticipated. I always assumed by this stage in the game I would have mastered the art of small talk and would have this uncanny ability to attract new friends wherever I went.
I’m 30 years old (ok…31 in April if we’re being transparent) and I still struggle to find friends.
Twitter followers? Sure, those are easy. Facebook friends I’ve never actually met in real life or interacted with … ever? Yep. Got ‘em. But I’m slowly discovering that God is calling me to do more than build a wide online community of readers, followers, friends, and fans. He’s asking me to go deeper – and in real life – instead of wider.
For this introvert, that takes a lot of pretending to be braver than I am. Some days it might look like taking the time to pick up the phone and call a friend in my own town to meet for coffee. Or making plans for a mini-girls day out to spend a few hours with a couple other toddler mamas with a hot coffee and some leisurely pursuing of the clearance racks at Old Navy. Ultimately? It’s taking the time to invest in someone else’s life in a way that transcends screens and comment threads and choosing conversations that hold more than 140 characters at a time. We are savoring time together.
I’m not very good at it, honestly.
I’m sharing the rest today over at The Art of Simple, and I’d just love to have you join me over there. I’m crazy excited to be over at Tsh’s space today and I could use some friendly faces to make me feel brave!