Most of my career has been about seeing and engaging those that are on the fringes. Because of this, when I’m not working, I usually feel quite justified with staying inside my social comfort zone.
Regardless, I kept hoping to actually do this one at church… but then I only went once during the entirety of The List II. Oops.
Now, looking ahead at this week, I’m seeing no social gatherings planned. Unless someone has an impromptu party (which would be hot-awesome), I’m screwed on this one.
Or maybe not. Let’s think backwards, shall we?
Being a Christmas child, I have to endure the sucky components attached to my birth date, but I also get some sweet benefits. Namely, I get multiple birthday parties. This year, I had four.
One of my parties (Party #1, the first of two family parties) was documented in Outcome: Absolutely Lovely, and while I also hosted Party #3 (the friends party), it was larger, and gave me opportunity to get a little uncomfortable.

Now, as mentioned in my hosting post, I don’t really like the hosting part of throwing a party. Especially with larger parties, I pretty much just want to go into my bedroom and close the door, or huddle somewhere with those I’m closest to. This time I wasn’t as rude as I wished I could be, and I mingled.

I talked with those people that didn’t know anyone, including a man who probably didn’t really want to come to my party, but was brought by a mutual friend. I got to know a couple of acquaintances better, and I was (somewhat) able to bridge my different groups of friends (though, to be honest, some of my friends are much more talented than me in this respect… and it turns out, some of them are horrible at it).

In conclusion, this one wasn’t mind blowing for me, but it was uncomfortable, and as much as I got little pleasure from it, I’m glad I did it.
Jennifer