I missed a post a couple weeks ago and didn’t write a second post to make up for it. That’s ok.
I had a semi-blind date a couple weeks ago. It didn’t go badly, but in conversations that happened afterward, it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we’re not right for each other in that sense. That’s ok.
One day this week, we had to evacuate the school where I work, for over an hour. It turned out to be a false alarm, but it was pretty inconvenient, and it messed up my schedule for the week. One of the classes is now another day behind where I should be at this time of year. That’s ok.
I had people over last night. It had been four months since my friends had been to my house, and that was a last minute thing; it had been six months since I had planned to have people over. I just haven’t been feeling very social the last few months. That’s ok.
Although I have known for a long time that I am an introvert, I always enjoyed things like this where a ton of people show up at my house… once in a while, at least. I would count how many people show up, hoping to set a new record. But last night was a much smaller crowd. That’s ok.
I don’t even remember what the record is now. I remember having 30 people once, but I think that might have been surpassed once. But I’m not sure. That’s ok.
I stayed up really late last night, and I skipped church this morning. That’s ok.
Around 11:00 this morning, I went back to bed, and I stayed in bed until mid-afternoon. I didn’t go for a bike ride today, and I haven’t cleaned up anything from last night yet. That’s ok.
It’s ok, because I have to take care of myself. It’s ok, because I needed to be around a smaller crowd and feel closer to this group of people. It’s ok, because my true friends will understand.