Wants,

I know what you mean, only my life was more of a hermit when I was living with my husband in California that my life alone in Kentucky. I just started getting out because I had to & everyone in Kentucky talks......if you go to Wal-mart.....you will run into someone who wants to chat about something..& you can stand there & talk for an hour....gotta make sure you aren't in a hurry for anything in Kentucky, cause everyone is so outgoing.

I found that once I started having a life & breaking the rut I was in, even when I am now back in California, getting packed, the rut it still broken (for me at least).

sometimes when we start having a life, we get out of that rut & then we continue with that pattern. I know being a hermit was a comfortable feeling when I was in California before I went to Kentucky.....I felt safe letting no one into my life.

I hope you keep having a life....& that the good feeling just keeps feeding itself.

About the phone calling, I had an interesting situation the other day, that kind of struck home. I had run into the mother of girl who boarded her horse at the same ranch I previously boarded. She was at the ranch where I am currently boarding....(her friend is moving her horses to where I am boarding & she was checking it out) Anyway, I told her we should chat sometime....since I am in the process of moving to Kentucky. She told me how busy she is....so I assumed she wouldn't have time to chat....necessarily when I would call, so I suggested she call me since I don't have a set busy time in my life for anything. She told me that I should call her since she would make time when I called, but she probably wouldn't make time to call me......isn't that the truth in all of our lives????

It was nice that she was honest about her situation.....& I will give her a call when I get a few free minutes.....sometimes we just are too busy to stop & do the things we would like to.....but we will stop our lives & give ourselves a break when someone stops it for us.

Just another thought on having a life,
Debbie