Arrived to the party on bike a few hours to late. A lovely buffet were still on, even though the coffee were soon to be served. I had brought some non alcoholic beer, poured it up and grabbed a plate, sat down and ate. Well, thats after saying hello to a few familiar faces and some new ones. I have to say that I was a bit nervous about how it wold be not to drink. Not so much about me not drinking as me
not being a bit drunk. I have always been the loud, noicy one that are everywhere and no where at parties. Now, when
sober, I am not. It takes me time to adjust.
I had a few very nice conversations. different ones. Everything from why cant a girl have a male name as her second name. Who has actually said that it should be wrong?! I love those conversations as there are no straight answers and it also makes us all to re consider our values and what we believe in. For me I think it would be ok as a secon
d name; I mean who has decided that Daniel is a male name ? But I am not there yet considered the first name, and that because it would probably not be juste to the kid. To stay with names a story came up of a girl who the other day by the age of three had told her mother over an ice-cream that she wanted to change her name. to what did her mother ask. To jasmine, she said. Ok said her mother, why not. And we all agreed on that it was the right choice, why not. And for me i draw a parallel to the book about angels that I just read where they say that children do have a tight relationship to the spiritual world. If this identification with a name had to do with that or something else would be to speculate but what I do believe is that if her mother in this case would have refused her to change name, then she would have take something away from her daughter. And also by respecting her will she did respect her daughter. And to be treated with respect is one of the key issues when it comes to love.
Well, from there the livingroom became a eurovision song contest arena. The subject turned to the perfect concept of the episodes of two and a half men, with the comment " you might call me old but I love it because it is slow " . And the night, for me and the beginning for the rest, were closed up by talking of anxiety attacks. Oh now I almost forgot. My worries about not pleasing everyone because I would be boring or what ever it is that I think I will, or will not be I had to take back. When saying good bye, one of the girls said "it was nice to seeing you, as always" then we decided to get together for a brunch a bunch of us. I don't think she can imagine how much those words meant to me right in that moment.
Now it really is time to go to bed, looking forward for my power-walk in the morning.
good night and sleep well
don't forget mothers day tomorrow !
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