Repenting

I am forever having to apologize for things I say, and this case, things I write. I did not intend to make everyone at Girls Night Out feel guilty. Mostly, I'm just venting my own frustration at starting over and trying to find my place in another ward-- one where I already know everyone, but am not close friends with anyone. Plus, my life was vastly different when I lived here before. I worked full time and I had only two kids. My friends were all teachers, and with a male-female ration of 20-5, my friends were mostly men. It was a strange situation, and needless to say, I didn't hang out with my coworkers on the weekends. The few women friends that I worked with then have all moved away. And, in this ward, there is sometimes a closed-circle feeling about the social groups.

This week, however, I realized how blessed I am to have my calling. We went to a Stake YW "Training" which was actually just a fabulous dinner and night with other leaders. We all carpooled together, and I have to tell you, I work with four of the most fabulous women in the ward. I love them. Amid all of this feeling out of place and unconnected, these four women and my wonderful Miamaid teacher have helped me feel loved and needed.

So, I'm sorry to have offended anyone with my last post. I'll figure all this out eventually, and I'm not mad at any of you. I hope you all got some extra sleep this week and recovered from being out until one in the morning. (Can I just tell you, that you're all crazy! I only stay up until one in the morning if someone is crying.)