When we see posts about women having a “tribe” it is usually accompanied by pictures showing us groups of women sitting around in flannel, holding coffee mugs, giggling and hugging. That doesn’t even closely resemble my life. I’m certain it is reality for a lot of people and that’s really awesome to have, but it’s just not something I’ve experienced, myself. ⁣
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For a long time, I really hoped to have what I saw in those pictures. I tried to meet like-minded women, hoping that a tribe would naturally form, but I ended up feeling like something was wrong with me because nothing ever came of my efforts. ⁣
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I started to wonder, “What does it say about me if I am a woman who doesn’t have a “tribe”? I’m 37. Do people know how hard it is to make friends at my age, much less, an entire group of friends?!”⁣
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Then I started thinking about the people who are already in my life and what I realized is, I do actually have a tribe. My tribe friends don’t really know each other but they are all people I can call on if I need to, who encourage me or want what’s best for me, just as I do for them. My tribe is like confetti, they are sprinkled throughout all walks of life. My tribe consist of friends in town, some from out of town and some of my tribe, I’ve never met but we’ve cheered each other on over the years. There are those who have been around a while, those who are new to my life and some who were just passing through, but I am so thankful for each and every one of them. ⁣
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Your tribe doesn’t have to look like gathering together every Friday night, but it can. It doesn’t have to look like everyone in your tribe meets at your house when one of you is having a breakdown, but it can. ⁣
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If you want to know who your tribe is, think of the people that you love who also do a great job of loving you back. Whether it’s a big group of amazing people or a sprinkling of amazing people, they are your people. Your tribe.

Peace. Love. Confetti

-M