It struck me today that had I moved to a new place three years ago instead of back home, I would have made far more of an effort to meet people and make new friends. Almost all my friends from childhood have moved away and I have pretty much had to start anew, but have really not made much of an effort. My best friend here, whom I used to speak with several times a week and do things with from time to time, has had a baby and moved on to a new life. Part of my excuse for my holding pattern is the disintegration of my marriage and what I saw as betrayal by a long-standing friend. Both of which sent me into a low-grade depression, but are behind me now, well not quite in the case of the former, but decisions have been taken and things are moving forward, so am looking to the future with anticipation. So what I need now is a “life.” I work from home, so there is no office to go to, no colleagues, no after-work drink up or movie lyme. My life is work, the odd outing with a friend (yes, I have one or two) too much time on the Internet (and not even with virtual friends or in chat rooms – not my thing) and exercise classes.

So now I am sending it out into the ethers, letting the Universe know that I am ready for a circle (or even circles) of friends …