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Wanted...One New Friend...

As some of you know, back when I was a new Mom facing the isolation that comes along with the first baby, a career change (OF COURSE I want to be a SAHM) and living so far from family, I made a promise to myself that I would try to make one new friend every year.  It was a bit daunting  since I no longer went to a job and pretty much spent all of my waking hours at home with the kiddo.  I did, however, decide to try REALLY HARD and put an ad on Craigslist (lol) looking for "other like minded Mommies that enjoyed listening to Phish and hanging out" - it was Boulder after all!  And I got exactly zero responses.

I was discouraged to say the least and was certain that I'd made some sort of terrible mistake that would doom me to a life of Barney and bottles.   Then, a few weeks later, I got a response!  I was so excited - this girl seemed really cool (loved hippy music and hangin') and we set up a time to meet.  I was as nervous as I would have been going on a blind date!  What if she doesn't like me?  What if she ends up being some sort of Boulder freak (they are everywhere and pop up when you least expect it) or realizes I'm just not cool despite my love of jam-band inspired music?  But she ended up being AWESOME - and we totally clicked and became friends -I was thrilled.  Maybe "New Friend 2004" wasn't such a crazy idea after all.

And so it began.

Not to brag - but I've had wonderful success with my little friendship venture.  Every year since then I've managed to make a new friend - some that have stuck by me through thick and thin - and some that filled a gap that I didn't even know was there - and moved on but were never forgotten.

So - as 2011 winds down I started to think again about my annual friendship quest - and I'm not quite sure I made it this time.  But - I still have 2 weeks left!   Anyone want to volunteer to be my "New Friend 2011?"

Requirements include:
- willingness to be my friend

Applications accepted anytime! :-)

Until next time,

Positively,



Kim

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