Yesterday, I received an invitation to a 50th birthday party being given for one of my closest childhood friends, by her mother. The phone number on the RSVP line was like a wormhole, whooshing me back in time to kindergarten. At five years of age, it was the first friend’s number I’d ever memorized, and nearly forty-five years later it’s still the same.
Lately, reconnecting with old friends has become a big priority. Now that free time has been granted to me, since my children are more independent, that forever yearning in my heart for lengthy phone conversations to catch up, hear old stories, and share giddy girlfriend laughter, begs to be answered. Perhaps it’s my own impending half-century mark arriving in April, but I’ve been picking up the phone more, sending emails and snail mail, and letting more people back into my life. I’ve been tossing aside my worries about what others will think of what I look like, or how they might judge my successes and failures, because none of that matters. We all get a little more wrinkled and wiser and accepting as time goes by–and thank goodness for that!
Do you have old friends that you’d like to catch up with? What’s keeping you from making the call?