As an opening disclaimer, I adore the boys and men in my life, but this past week, saying good bye to the women I have surrounded myself with was hard. So very hard.
These are women I have known my whole life, some of my life, only met recently. It doesn't actually matter. I know women across ages, across beliefs, across personalities. They are all a part of my life, and hence, a part of me. Saying goodbye to someone I work with, someone I drink with, someone I watch films with, someone I grew up with. Does saying I watch films with so and so and I go walking with so and so diminish what happens during that time? Haven't I grown up with all these women, learning different things about myself and growing into the person I am today? These women, I trust. I go to them with my life and ask them to unroll it's mysteries. They have halved the sadness and doubled the happiness. They have helped me get atrociously drunk and dance all night in Mobius.
I have friends who love camping and friends who love music and friends who love politics and friends who love travelling. These women know what it is to be strong, even if they don't believe it themselves, even when their bodies are telling them otherwise, even when their hearts disagree. They are beautiful, in all the aesthetic ways you like, but in all the other ways too. These women recommend my favourite books to me, give me my favourite songs, favourite films, tv shows and restaurants. They laugh with me about stupid things and cry over not so stupid things. The women around me have done and will do amazing things with their lives. Missing this, missing them, even for a moment breaks my heart.
They are my go to problem solvers, they are the ones I call in the night, they are my inspiration and drive, they are my friends, my mother, my sister, my aunt.
To the women.
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