My job is very much a social one. I see hundreds of people per week – sometimes the same ones, and sometimes people I meet in one-off situations. Lots of them are regulars who I see daily if not twice [or thrice] every day. And I find myself talking about my “friends from the shop…” and that makes me really pause and think for a second.
See, I find that I let myself use that as an excuse that that’s as far as I’ll let the friendship go, but that’s starting to break my heart more and more. Here’s how I see it: the people I get to talk to at the shop are my friends, yes – but sometimes it feels surface-level, and I want to take them so much further. I want to hang out with people outside of the shop, and stop calling them “friends from the shop” and start calling them friends. (no quotations needed, ideally.)
It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, really – ever since I moved up to Lexington, I’ve heard the Lord say that He wants me to take more time to invest in friendships. I’ve written in other posts about how much time I spend alone, and I want to get to a point at which I have enough friends to where, at any given time of day, I can shoot a call or text to someone to hang out – not because I want status and security, but because people weren’t meant to live alone, we were made to live in community with each other.
And not only that, but I’m also starting to learn [I’m learning late] just how many layers there are to people: what makes them tick, what they love, what they hate, what they’ve been through, where they’ve been, the list goes on and on. Stuff you can only really find out when you sit down for a meal or a drink with someone and give them your full attention, and that’s what I want to do. I’ve spent more time than I care to being a loner, spending time by myself, and not giving myself to other people. I think it’s time I start practicing the art of friendship.