My tribe is wildly honest. Even if you're new to the tribe, honesty is the unspoken but obviously established rule. We lay our souls bare. We speak the unadulterated truth. We don't pull punches and we don't sugar coat the shit.
I am blessed with the most wonderful girlfriends. They have shaped me into the woman I am today. They save my life all the time. Here are only 39 of the ways.
I was one of those women who had my babies when Vicki Iovine's Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy and all of the spawn books which followed it were super...
For some time I had been wicked stressed, taking on way more than I could handle but I did it -- well disguised on the outside but a veritable mess on the inside. So finally when I was able to convince myself that I was no superwoman in spite of what I liked to believe, and that it was nothing to be ashamed of, I felt a sense of relief. However, it was now time to make up for lost time and "unhad" fun.
have friends from all walks of life and from all over the world. I have no desire to be in a clique. Special girlfriends have given me meaningful advice. My interest in welcoming new people into my life, my travels and my years spent living in Honolulu opened the doors to these fascinating and worldly women.
Learning this lesson, and realizing that self-care, anything done on a regular basis to help enhance or maintain overall health and well-being, is far from being selfish. In fact, it is necessary so that we can be our most effective selves, both personally and professionally.
When you make the decision to get divorced, it's interesting who you choose to confide in at first. It's not always your closest friends, per se. It's like a clown car of people who have the right strengths, views, open arms, who lack judgment and just make sense for some reason you can't explain at all.
A few months ago, I found my long-lost friend through her husband on LinkedIn. We started catching up through emails, and after much planning, we finally arranged a trip to see each other.
This last week opened up the wounds I have been holding to for years. I must have kept most of it deep down! I just spent a week on a retreat with a group of warmhearted women all looking to excel in their business and personal life.
She notices Antonio, asks me, "Oh, is that your husband?" An innocent enough question. I say, "No, he's my boyfriend." The word so clumsy in my mouth. How can I have a boyfriend when I still feel like someone's wife?
To conclude, here are my recommendations: explore why you may feel uncomfortable around "typical" women, by thinking about your childhood and likely, in particular, your mom. Then, find things you like to do, meet women at them, psych yourself up to ask for their contact info, and then contact them and hang out.
Fifty Shades of Grey did not tickle my fancy but provided unfettered bonding time with my girlfriends and confirmed once again, that laughter pairs well with everything -- even inhibition.
What I found was when I traveled with my girlfriends, I was a braver, more adventurous person. There's something unique about the support among close female friends, and also the need to rise to the occasion during scary situations.
The moment when you're headed out the door and the night is nothing but potential--that's fun. And romantic. And brave. And way better than a margarita-sodden rendition of "I Will Survive." Again.
There are a zillion and one things you have to do. And that I have to do. I can't even think about it all. But I do believe knowing what NOT to do i...
I love the gift of a dozen red roses when it's not Valentine's Day. I feel very special when a man surprises me with a gorgeous dress he felt I had to have. Is that a price tag? Is that my price?