Tonight I went out with a couple of girls in the ward.
Window shopping. An activity which I sincerely love.
I had so much fun, I couldn't stand it.
Now I am home and I can't stop thinking...
Was I awkward? Did I over share? Did I apologize too much? Did I stay too long? Did they invite me because they wanted to get to know me or do they just feel bad for me?
Making new friends is a little bit scary for me...Remember how I worry? A lot?
But here's the thing:
I have a lot of spectacular friends.
Friends who love and support me.
Friends who think I'm funny and interesting even if we are just running errands together...or sitting around watching tv...or making jam...or cleaning...or studying...or eating taco soup...or eating anything, really.
I think I need to remember that there was a time when I didn't know those women very well either.
And it was probably awkward then too, but we became friends anyway.
I need to remember that I am enough just the way I am.
And that I am good at finding great friends.
Or that great friends are good at finding me.
Whichever the case may be.