Over the years, I have collected a number of things: books, cranberry glass, nutcrackers, Christmas ornaments, Wedgewood (specifically that beautiful dark blue), art supplies, milk glass, family heirlooms and prints from my travels to name (quite) a few. I enjoy the process of seeking out new and unusual places to find something to add to each collection, the excitement of finding the perfect addition, enjoying them in my home and knowing there is a story behind each of them. Without going into all the details, events took place this year that resulted in my loosing some of these things.
I spent last weekend in the company of several girlfriends. We went to the theater, enjoyed several great meals and took in the Christmas decorations in the city. I have known two of these friends since I was four years old. (Let’s just say that is a really, really long time!) I also received phone calls from two people who I met when we worked together – one at the beginning of my career and one about the middle. Both became friends and we have remained in touch.
So what do these two seemingly random stories have to do with one another? As I hung up the phone from one friend, I reflected on how long we had know each other, how glad I was about that and although we don’t see or talk that many times a year, how easy it is to pick up where we left off. I also started to think about my friends; how I met each of them at a different point or experience in my life, how we stay in regular contact and how much I enjoy their friendships. My definition of regular contact may vary for each person however, whether it is weekly or a couple of times a year, we easily pick up where we left off. There is always comfort and joy in the conversation or the time spent together.
Now, for those of you that are familiar with the Myers’ Briggs Type Indicator, I am an INFJ. I stands for Introvert and introverts prefer a few good friends to a large number of acquaintances. My definition of “a few” may also vary from the norm, as I am truly fortunate to have what I consider a larger number of good friends. They are people with whom I enjoy sharing experiences like this past weekend, sharing laughs, the ups, the downs and totally mundane things about life, who I know will be there if I need them and with whom I share a story. They are my COLLECTION MOST PRECIOUS!!