I’ve been with a group of people and it doesn’t come out as a statement but rather a question.
I belong here?
Just this morning I sat in front of my computer, I looked at my Facebook pictures with some friends and pointed out a specific group of people and I told myself in bold and almost reassuring tone; I belong here.
With these ladies, I think that when we get together, we don’t just bring with us a bagful of our life’s grievances to share with one another and become each others judge of who has the most miserable life. BUT, we carry with us our very own Pandora’s box ready to be opened up for those who wish to see it and regardless how ugly what is inside the box, believe it or not, we appreciate it.
When we get together it’s not another girl talk shebang session.
We get together and open ourselves to each other.
We complain about the difficult people in our lives.
We talk about the inner demons we are presently fighting.
We boast our misfits. (We literary “boast” our misfits to each other, crazy huh?)
But the beauty of it all is not; “Help me I’m helpless” but “Listen to me, I can get pass through this…”
I had my share.
When I was in my darkest times, they listened and offered comforts. I remember myself saying a prayer back then;
God, thank you for bringing these people in my life when I most needed them… They are not perfect, actually… most of them seem CRAZYYY (they laugh at the silliest joke, they say the most ridiculous things, they lost their selves when we are all together). Oh gosh, God… they’re EXACTLY like me!
Happy Friday ladies and advance happy mother’s day!