the beat of our drum

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We were heading out last night, my Misfits and I, for after-work food and drinks. But then there were headaches, tiredness and unaligned joints causing a kerfuffle, so we nearly didn't go. But then we did. Going out, even to the pub for a couple of hours after work, is a Big Thing for me. I'm not an impulsive or spontaneous person; I need to have plans in place or I become somewhat panicky and anxious. Plans which change at the last moment are a frustration for me and yet I have learnt to 'suck it up' because my Beautiful Italian is infamous for changing her mind. I'll be honest ... a big part of me was happy when it seemed we wouldn't be popping to the pub. I could go home as normal, chill with my Husband and cats and catch up with Lost in Space. But then we did go out and I'm glad we did. I needed that time out. I don't always realise how much my mind craves the stimulation of doing something slightly different to my usual routine and habit. My heart loves routine. My mind does too, and although it hugely loves its solitude, it also occasionally enjoys a bit of company beyond the confines of home and work. Friendship is a difficult concept for me; I'm not good at it, and never have been. But in this small group of people I have found my platonic soulmates. I can be myself when with them. We understand each other's moods, we can vent and grumble without judgement and we have each other's backs in the workplace. We dance to the beat of the same drum. Last night, I went home happy. I went home feeling relaxed. I went home with a bellyful of laughs and a feeling of security. However, I did wake up feeling a tad tired, but that's a small price to pay for an evening of pure happiness, no?