Personal History: 50 / 50 Friendship

I have decided to post a few life lessons from the first 50 years of my life. I will try to do 50. I never truly complete the shit I set out to do.  Just ask my friend Pam, who struggled to put together an amazing book for me when I did one photo per day for a year, or rather TRIED to…

So, what important topic would I like to cover in this particular blog?  Friendship.

Find your tribe.

I do not have (what I would consider) a LOT of Friends. But the ones I have are my lifelines and my support  group.  They listen to me in the rough times, encouraging me to do better, be better. They celebrate me in the good times, reminding me that I am worthy.  They let me cry when I need to but remind to move forward when necessary.  They are the breath of fresh air when I feel as if I am drowning.

Boston, Cincy, FayCo, Huntington and NYC.  Each place has its own tight circle of people I would hide a body for. I find it fascinating that (other than Husband), I really have no true friends “in my neighborhood”. In each location, I can count on one hand the number of friends there.

Those are my people.

My confidants.

Each Person has a specific supporting role in my life. There are things I go to each specifically to discuss, commiserate on, be joyous about or celebrate.

If any one person was removed from my life, my life would then be an incomplete picture.

Today, I am thankful for my Friends. All of them.  Especially the true oneS.





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