Unexpectedly saw Pasta Guy last night while at the show's closing. He'd cooked enough food for 50 people who were at the cast party. For fun. Finds it relaxing. I stayed around and helped serve food, had an occasional conversation and circulated chitchatting with folks. That theater group has become like a second family.
I learned a few things last night.
Good things come to those who have the confidence to be involved instead of waiting to be invited.
Flirting is all good, but being myself is better.
I have a fear of gloaming onto someone, so being comfortable in my own skin, in me, in whatever I'm doing is something to revel in. Goodness knows, although I loved the positive aspects of my former relationship, I don't want to hold the negative behaviors either.
