I’ve never been much of a socialite.
It’s not that I dislike people (mostly) or crowds (generally) or conversation (specifically).
It’s just that I’ve never really needed to be around people.
For almost half a century I’ve been just fine alone with my thoughts, and for twenty-five of those almost fifty years, my one and only.
But I find myself with a circle of friends – like honest to God good friends – that I miss when they’re not around.
That’s been a rarity in my time on this planet.
I’m better for being allowed to know them.
I can’t explain it.
I don’t think I would if I could.
I’m not the same when they leave after a visit as I was before they arrived.
I’m thankful for that.
I’m thankful for them.
They’re my circle.