Guest or host?
I saw this question posted on Facebook recently, and it made me think. I have to admit, I often find myself on one side of the fence more than the other. And I have a theory as to why. Kind of like right-handed people or left-handed people, there are those who are more comfortable playing host and those who are more comfortable being a guest. I guess I fall into the former category.
We hosted a big Thanksgiving get together, and now I’m writing up my list for Christmas dinner. All my kids will be there, along with my dad and my college daughter’s Brazilian roommate. I tried to figure out why I enjoy it so. Maybe it’s because I love being with my family and friends on my own turf. Maybe it’s because I’m a glutton for punishment. What I suspect, however, is that it’s because I’m an introvert. What? An introvert who wants to host Thanksgiving and Christmas? Bear with me, here. I actually love being around family and friends, but I feel more comfortable doing it on my terms. As host, I can pop in and out of the kitchen, or make sure everyone has what they need. Those moments away from the crowd give me a chance to recharge my batteries and come back ready to tackle the next topic of conversation. I also really enjoy “doing” for people. I think it’s one of the ways I express love to those I care about.
On the other hand, I have a really close friend who hates having events at her home. It’s just too stressful for her. She much prefers to be a guest. (Maybe this is why we’re such good friends, we balance each other out). She’s a wonderful guest, she’s always right there asking what can be done and lending a hand. Conversation comes easily for her—she can sit for hours, visiting with this person or that person and walk away feeling energized and refreshed at the end of the evening. She’s comfortable no matter what her surroundings. I’m in awe of her ability to change and adapt to wherever she might find herself. I wish some of that would rub off on me. Really.
I’m a firm believer in knowing your gifts and polishing them, just like when we practiced penmanship in school. Oh, it might be fun for me to try to write with my left hand. I might even be able to scratch out a legible sentence or two, but soon my hand grows weary and the words become a mess. If I switch back to my right hand, however, I breathe a sigh of relief at how naturally I can shape and form those letters. It’s effortless. I think it’s the same thing with being a host, whether it’s for overnight guests or simply a quiet dinner with friends. It feels effortless. Fun. Like my brain settles into a comfortable routine that it knows and loves. In fact, my friend who’s the great guest is planning on spending a couple of days at our house during New Years. I’m looking forward to it. So is she.
What about you? Do you feel more comfortable as a guest or a host? Or maybe you’re one of those lucky ambidextrous folks who does both equally well!
Oh, and I have to show off the cover of Her Hard to Resist Husband, because Medicals are ringing in the New Year with a brand new look. What do you think? Do you like the new covers? Or were you a fan of the previous versions?