After looking on the internet, I decided to join a playgroup. I had many excuses at first - Cole's too young... His schedule may not match with the times... Getting him there will be a lot of work... But really it came down to me being terrified. How do I find them? How do I know it's them? What if I walk up to the wrong group? If I find them... WHAT DO I SAY?!
I'm shy. Timid. Inhibited. Whatever you want to call it. Extremely awkward when I meet new people - Extremely awkward when I KNOW people. Five years into working with the same people, I turned red every time I had to say something at our Monday morning meeting. If we had to introduce ourselves to a guest attendee, I would practice it in my head before my turn came. Yes, practice my name. All my coworkers knew this and would turn to see my face/ears/neck turn red. The attention made it worse.
If I'm seeing someone I haven't seen in awhile, I think of questions before I see them - The minute I arrive, I blank. I'll either stay quiet or ramble due to nerves. No happy medium here! Small talk is definitely NOT a specialty. I just don't know how. Probably because growing-up my mom did all the talking for my dad and me :)
Boredom finally got the best of me. I couldn't call Tom or my mom every single day to chat, vent or just to hear something other than baby babble. I needed to find other stay-at-home-moms so I started typing/clicking away.
My second event was yesterday. It took a lot to get out of the house and even more to get out of the car. I took a deep breath and walked over to the sand. I was shy. I turned red. I rambled. I waited until I eyed someone I could attempt this thing people call 'conversation.'
Erica: So, I heard you say you're from the Midwest...
Lady: Yep, Ohio.
Erica (Thinking - Goodness, that's horrible!): I grew up in Illinois and went to college in Iowa.
Lady: Oh! I went to Northwestern.
E: Really? I grew up in Batavia. You probably haven't heard of it...
L: No way! My in-laws live on Deerpath Road!
E: I know exactly where that is!
L: What year did you graduate high school?
E: 1998.
L: Okay, so, we're WAY older than you. Maybe you graduated with one of my husband's sisters. Maybe Christy?
E: Christy _____?
L: Yes!
E: Shut up, you're Christy's sister-in-law?! We were totally in Student Council together and I have been to your in-laws house!! WEIRD.
Conversation went from there.
Maybe this playgroup and putting myself out there won't be so bad after all...