Invitations. I love my friends, both long-time and recent, and I completely understand their compulsion to plan celebrations for their big life events and their need to have a crowd with whom to celebrate. But trust me - you really don't have to invite me.
As I age, I discover that I am more and more disinclined to socialize. It's not the people, it's the effort. So I scrutinize every invitation I receive to celebrate, to support, to join in the fun. Should I accept? I know for a fact that when the time comes to actually attend an event I will absolutely NOT want to go. Just getting out of my lazy retirement clothes and into something presentable (and old and not fashionable and decidedly not comfortable) in more work than it's worth.
So I guess it's a good thing that acceptance of invitations is something one must do fairly far in advance. What might sound like a good idea at the time of the RSVP becomes a pretty bad idea - but that acceptance is hanging out there. I am not willing to go back on that kind of promise - at least not yet. I'm pretty sure the day will come where I just don't accept. Sorry - nothing personal. I still love my friends. I'm just over the party thing.
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