I remember when I was five and kindergarten was all that mattered. I loved school…and it wasn’t because I learned how to write my name..it was the desk and the school supplies..but it was truly because of the social activities. It was because of the friends. It was always about the friends. Nap time was stupid…back then we laid on a towel…on a cement floor. You read that right…towel…cement floor. By the time my man cub came along. It was like he was bringing an extra bed from home…but the kids who grew up in the 80s…we got to lay on a towel. I can’t even imagine how they thought we would ever go to sleep…but they did…and I never did take a nap. Still, I absolutely loved school.
At that time, I had my friends….wore my Zip shoes and hated all boys. We played tag for recess and screamed as the boys chased us and tried not to get the skin burned off our legs while going down the tornado slide.
I was close to my sister…and my family was everything. My friends were many and my enemies few..as I became older…that list has changed…and no matter how much I dislike it…I think that’s how it will always be.
I have childhood friends I still talk to but we are spread apart and sometimes life seems to busy to take the time to just go and visit…that sounds so amazing right now. Sit with friends who you don’t have to explain anything to. Just start where you left off. No judgment.
I am so tired of explaining myself. I’m tired of how people are with success and failures. If you succeed they hate you…if you fail they love you..but they only pretend to love you. They in fact just want to gain knowledge to use against you as they tell others how you have failed. I can’t even begin to tell you how often I have fell for that.
Why are women such hateful people? We have the power to build up but instead many spend their lives spreading lies…making their groups bigger as they continue to spread lies…and people buy it. They buy every bit of it. I no longer sit around and listen to any of that…I’m not involved with those that gossip…I don’t have time for it.
If you want to talk bad about me…I cannot stop you. However, can I just say…what kind of person just sits around and listens to someone speak badly about another and never question it?
As a business owner, I have a reputation…and at this point in the game I could not tell you what it is. As a soapmaker and clown, keyboard player and homeschool Mom…but there is freedom in your 40’s….a little anyway.
I don’t sit around most nights and think about it the people who dislike me. But it does bother me. I hate for people not like me…but….
If I’m not anything worthwhile then I’m sure to find a flock of women not caring one bit about me. However, if I’m doing the right thing…I’m going to cause an uproar…and in the middle of that uproar…you will find your flock.
The flock that doesn’t sweet talk you. They give you a hard push. The flock that shows up at your store in lawn chairs to attract a crowd (it worked and it was awesome). The flock that bakes cookies, that brings you medicine when your so sick you think you are going to die. The flock that brings you popsicles, watches your kids like they are their own. That takes you to dinner that does life with you…that you share your darkest deepest secrets with and they still show up to fight for you….that’s your flock.
The ones that will tell you that dress does nothing for you. The one that will tell you that they can see muscles in your arms finally…your nail polish Rocks and that zit needs a bit more cover up…those…are…your people.
The massage therapist that gives you great advice, the hair stylist who cries with you…these are your flock.
Why do we give so much care and thought and worry to the ones not in our flock? Why does it matter so much to us the thoughts of a few…when we already know so many that never bought those lies…
I want to throw my life and all my activities into the circle of the “flock”. Those that when we sit together we talk about each other and not others. We come up with plans…not tearing down of others. Those that want to change the world not burn it down. Those that encourage me to be the absolute best I can be instead of telling me all the different ways I have failed.
There will always be “mean girls.” but perhaps one woman at a tome we can change that.
The Reluctant Red Nose 