I’ve just finished reading ‘I Found My Tribe’ by Ruth Fitzmaurice. Apart from being a bloody good read, it got me to thinking about my own tribe.
As I tickle the underbelly of 40, I finally feel like I comfortably fit myself. I have reached the leisure wear decade of my life, in more ways than one!
The last two years have seen huge changes for me. I have found my feet as a writer, meeting some diamond, like-minded gals in the process. I have found a new career path and a course to help me get there.
But most of all, after years of feeling isolation and brain rot from being at home full-time with my girls, reaching out and taking back a bit for myself has made me more content than ever in my role as a mother.
And that is in no small part due to the women who surround me; the women who believe in me and champion my achievements, urging me on. The women who understand my need for more than just my children, and don’t judge that.
It is so incredibly empowering to have that kind of love surrounding you.
I have not always had that. Maybe that was down to the arrogance of youth, or maybe I only got back what I gave out? Maybe we don’t necessarily need it so much when we are younger?
But as we get older friendship becomes more about quality than quantity. Priorities shift and change and you come to the realisation that you don’t actually have to be around people that make you feel like shit!
So thank you, my tribe! For allowing me to be weak and giving me strength. For circling me with love and loyalty when the storms hit. For making me feel beautiful, inside and out.
And for accepting me in my leisure wear xxx