You know who they are….
I’m not talkin’ ’bout the everyday gals who are in and out of our life related to our jobs, our kids, our husbands…the ones you go to lunch with or Tupperwear parties with.
I’m talking about those gals that are in your life because of YOU! The ones you would trust reading your mind…
I have been truly blessed to have TWO…count them…TWO life-long, best friends. That is A LOT. Believe me. To be unconditionally loved and accepted and nurtured by these two amazing women sometimes brings me to tears. My friends, Carrie and Charlene, have stood by me through thick and thin (and I wish I had done a better job of the same with them) for the last 26 years.
Now, it’s no shocking news that I live with Bipolar Disorder…have for most of my life. I think it makes me kind-of interesting, to say the least. I can go from ruling the world one week, to hibernating under the covers (safe place) being completely cut off from the world the next. Sometimes this mood can last for months, not to mention all the moods in between the polar ends which have landed me in plenty of trouble over the years! Being my friend is no small task.
When I need to talk, my girlfriends listen. When I dissapear from their lives because of my shit…they get it and accept me back with open arms months later. They are two of the most caring, patient, brilliant women I know. They know absolutely EVERYTHING about me…every dark secret, every dark thought, every aspiration, every fear. They support me in everything I do, even if it means having to tell me to cut the shit, setting me straight, then pushing me on my way to success.
Carrie is my ‘wild child.’ Her young life had been devastatingly tumultuous. The confidence this women exudes, regardless (or should I say as a result of?) her childhood adversities, propelled her to finish school without any parental supervision, succeed in the business world, start two successful businesses of her own, raise a beautiful family and love her friends with the fiercest devotion I’ve ever encountered. The girl can build a car from scratch, make beautiful stained glass, be the highlight of any social situation, and turn the head of any man from the age of 21 to 81!!! She is my courage.
Char is my ‘quiet rebel.’ Char has never been afraid to test the norm. She is brilliant, politically aware, environmentally and community oriented, and has worn the pants in her 25 or so year career where she tangled with some of the most politically hardened males of our county. She is a petite, red-headed fashion-statement who can pack a huge punch when she stands up for what she believes in. She is artistic and creative and the heart of her wonderful family. She is my conscience.
I idolize these women. Not so much because of their accomplishments and the amazing women they are, but for the way they love me. I’m a better person for having them in my life. I learn from them, I am supported by them, and I am protected by them. Without them, I wouldn’t be complete…Without them I’d have no one with whom I could always speak my mind. It’s a tough job to be my friend…and these girls are in it for life. Thank the dear Lord!
These women make me want to be better. A better person, a better wife, a better mother…a better friend.
I’m afraid there are many women out there who don’t have anyone to call a TRUE friend. Someone whom they feel safe being their true selves. My heart saddens at this, because life is damn hard sometimes…and a woman can feel alone regardless of husbands and children and families. I never do.
Women in the 21st century are daughters, wives, mothers, sisters, employees, caretakers, housekeepers, cooks, shoppers, gardeners, taxi drivers, community members. Women’s lib did us no favor…we now have MANY full-time jobs.
Not to be sexist…but I don’t feel the job list for men is quite as long. Not their fault, of course…mostly the fault of genetics (that nurturing/emotional/communicator gene that most men are missing) and a centuries’ old society which has designated basically just two roles to men, husband and provider. Now this isn’t to say all men…but many still have a tendency to pull out their caveman persona and retreat when the chips are down. As strong women, we are helping them to increase their roles, but still…women are AWFUL FUCKING STRONG if you ask me. We never retreat.
Who are your BFF’s? What makes them special and how do they make you a better person?
How can we tie that female bond across the miles tighter so no one feels alone? A weekly dose of Chick Swagger?
Here’s your chance girls…send a holler out to your BFF!
Send your love and support to all those reading and listening and we will continue to do the same…