Its Ok to be not ok

Here’s how I see it. Finding someone to love is not going to save me. But to find someone to hold my hand while I try to save myself, in a world that’s not so great all the time and sometimes hard to bear. I think that’s all we’re really searching for. Someone to be by our side.  Someone who grounds us. Someone to hug us for 20 minutes straight while we try to figure it all out. I think that’s all anybody really needs. Someone to be there. Someone who gets us. Someone who will stay. Someone who will say it’s OK, to be not OK until it’s all OK. 

The Tribes

I’ve come to realize in my old age. The ripe ole age of 48, that my tribe is ever changing. Old friends, become new friends. New friends become old friends. There are a few constants. Some I’d be sad if I lost. Some I’d smile as they walked away. And God Forgive me, I wouldn’t shed a tear for a small few, if they fell off the face of the earth. There’s one I want to adventure with, take naps with, cook for, get to know more. There’s friends that I party with, drink with, dance with, sing with. There are friends that hold me up. There are friends that I lift. There is the tribe since childhood. There’s the tribe since Highschool and then there’s the tribe you NEVER EVER EVER saw coming. A bunch of misfits that fit together like a well thought out puzzle. I just love them all with all my might and need them to know that I think of and love each and every one of them every single day of their lives. 

Never Underestimate the power of a good morning text.

See the best in them, even when they don’t see it. 

Make sure they know that you care

Make sure they know they are loved

And Love me harder on the days they are feeling unlovable.