I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately.
When people ask me what my blog is about I always tell them, “hosting parties and greeting cards, and all of life’s ramblings in between” – literally that’s what I say verbatim. Recently, I’ve kind of been feeling like a liar. Because honestly, I haven’t hosted a party in MONTHS. (Which actually makes me really sad.) Part of this is because I really just can’t seem to get my friends together, part of it is because of my current living situation, and part of it is because I never know what state I’m going to be in. I kept thinking to myself, I’m such a liar.
What I’ve been realizing that being a hostess isn’t necessarily about hosting parties. It’s about the culture of being a hostess. It’s about going out of your way to look out for other people’s feelings. It’s about playing mom sometimes when you don’t have to. It’s about sending that extra thank you card. It’s about baking cupcakes for your office when everyone’s having a rough week. It’s about going out of your way to make plans with a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s about playing tour guide to friends when they come to visit your city for the first time. It’s about calling up a friend when you have leftovers and telling them to come to dinner. It’s about wanting to make people smile and make people happy all the time. And some of it might have to do with loving aprons, but that a smaller percentage than I care to admit.
Now, it’s definitely possible to be a good hostess but not live in the culture of being a hostess. What do I mean by that? There are plenty of people who blog, but don’t identify themselves as bloggers. There are plenty of people who play soccer, but don’t consider themselves a soccer player. A great example is the fact that I can babysit, but I’ve never in any moment of like considered myself a babysitter. It’s about an identity and what nouns you yourself identify with. And I identify myself as a hostess.
Not only do I identify myself as a hostess, but I take a lot of pride in identifying myself as a hostess. Not so much pride that I rub it in other people’s faces, but enough pride that when I do something that makes me feel like a hostess it makes me feel good. Really good.
How do you identify yourself? Do you think your friends would agree? I wonder if my friends agree with me.
Also. I want to say thank you. You guys have been awesome. I’ve been getting so many touching comments and emails and text messages about my snowball post. Thanks a lot, every one of them has meant a lot.