Here’s the thing about personal growth - you can’t really know what you are made of until you are tested, and sometimes we fail our own expectations - gloriously, spectacularly, as if we could not have been better at being worse. And sometimes we figure it out, or we linger in the space between the teetering ups and downs of knowing something intellectually and being able to act on it emotionally.
Through it all we have friends. The close friends that see through our BS and push us to be better. The ones who love us even if we fail. The ones who care enough to tell us that it’s time to grow up and hold our hand as we painfully baby step along shards of imaginary broken glass, and then pour us a drink when we need a break. The Parties is about such friendship - the enduring kind, and the tension that journey brings. The push/pull of knowing and being, growing and becoming. And drinks.