And, go —
Making friends with people when you’re middle-aged and of good stature and evolving status is tough. But take that and try to make friends with people who are rich and famous. And artists to boot.
For me, it’s complete “let the Universe set the course,” which I don’t mind at all. It feels right and natural, and if things go great then all the better. If things don’t go perfect, then, as perhaps a Muslim would say, “it is the will of Allah.”
Then there is the other way of doing it — practically forcing your way in. Offer to do this and that with the kids, to make camping trips with multiple families, weekly — perhaps ritual — hikes on Fridays after school. “Anything I can do to help?” kind of mentality.
Now I’ll be honest here. I like my Universe method, mostly because it never perturbs my soul. But I wondering if I need to be more aggressive with this. Maybe proactive is a better word. The truth is — the contours of my life have always felt best when everything is in balance.
So The Way to look at this is to think: hey, these are special people and I can’t go about them using such cavalier methods. The Universe dictates, but what if the Universe is giving me signals to step it up a bit?
Anyway, the point of this word barf more about balance than it is about making friends with rich and famous people.