come as you are
June 27, 2014
Columnist, humorist and mother of three, Erma Bombeck reflected
on what she might do differently if she had life to live over. On
the list: "I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the
carpet was stained and sofa faded."
Oh the agony of truth.
If we're honest with ourselves, we've skipped hosting because
we've told ourselves we'd do it when our backyard was done or once
we bought new patio cushions. When we had 12 matching wine glasses
without water spots, a clean garage, a remodeled guest bath with
fancy soap or when our lawn had seen better days. This. Never.
The older we get, the easier it is to let go of this idea of
perfection. But it still grips us when we least expect it. Until we
let go a little and have a spontaneous night when we're talking
with neighbors outside, grimy from mowing or planting or jogging
and we end up inviting them over for something hot off the grill
and cold from the fridge. They bring snacks and throw together a
salad and all of a sudden we're having fun.
We're wearing swimsuits and ratty t-shirts, the kids are running
around barefoot and is that neighbor kid wearing pajama pants? Who
cares? Fancy serving dishes and bowls are so last year. We're
eating chips from the bag and no one's checked
their phone in, like, hours. Amazing.
We've never felt more relaxed,
freer somehow from expectations and the need to impress. Freer to
be ourselves. To come as we are. That's when the real fun begins.
Spend your long weekend the way you've always wanted. And Happy
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