Invite me

I am waiting for dinner in the oven and listening to the "bride" cooking in her kitchen (previously know as our dining room). I was thinking today about how much I appreciate people who invite me anyway. I will save the #1 thing that makes me crazy for another day. The second thing that makes me crazy is people making decisions for me. It is why I don't handle a bunch of people sitting around figuring out what exactly to do with me so well. My doctor has a special skill of getting me to believe his latest plan is really all my idea.

In the past few days alone, I have gotten invitations for the zoo and the play area at the community center. I have been asked to a Pampered Chef party and to pick up food for the food shelf. Some of my friends are going scrapbooking. You might be thinking this is not all a good idea. That is just the point. I can decide what I can and can't do. I am very capable.

A few weeks ago, a group of people that I don't usually see very often was having dinner down the road from my house. They didn't call me and someone intentionally didn't tell me so my feelings wouldn't be hurt. It didn't work. I still eat and I still like to be invited. I might not always go but that is okay.

I don't always get to be the kind of friend I want to be or to go to everything. In the past few months, I have had to say no more often than I like. I still like to have a choice. I appreciate the invitation even if I have to take a raincheck.

Today I am thankful to my friend who waded through the snow to drop off some dinner. I am thankful for my husband who is blowing the snow and will get my car up the driveway. I am really grateful to the check out guy who could tell I was having a rough day and asked if I had done anything fun this week. (He is organizng a scrabble tournament at school.) I am thankful for all the people who adore my daughter and help keep her life normal even when Mommy is sick sometimes. I am grateful to the readers of this blog who try to understand even if the details are a little vague.

Blessings,

Cindy