We were talking about building friendships after moving to a new place, and how difficult it is to get to know people. My friend suggested that it was hard to develop deep relationships because most of us have such a hard time admitting that we don’t have it all together. I know I do.
Before Christmas my office had an open house. To get ready, we all did what most of us do when we’re expecting company, we cleaned off our desks, shoved all our scattered papers into our drawers, put on our best face for our clients.
I’ve been chewing on this for the past few weeks. I know I usually try to put my best foot forward, but am I so concerned with saving face that I fail to admit that there’s more that meets the eye, that my junk draw exists, and is oven bursting at the seams? And in doing so, do I miss out on some great, human, connections?