It is so amazing to see my cute network of sister friends creep in from here and there from time to time and send their love. Nothing like it. Really. If I am quiet or kinda taking my time out one day, I swear I'll be showered in love through texts/emails/shares of high positive energy and beautiful golden love gestures. I loved the brothers I grew up with, they loved me in this cute protective way. And life found me sisters.
In a world where everyone thinks women hate women (and don't get me wrong, it wasn't that easy to get to this point with these friends, nor was it so planned, and I also had to lose some friends along the way :/), believing the world would never have gotten me here. I know it's a cliche ted talk thing to say that don't listen to others, they'll kill your dreams - I've almost always seen it to be true in my life. Dreaming/believing/imagining has brought me through my own unique journey in life I really doubt many people have seen or can see or can share/verbalize. Sisterhood exists, it is real, it is possible, it takes time and work and willingness like anything else. But it is so worth it, so uplifting, so fulfilling, especially in the face of its seeming odds in the world. It makes life more beautiful for everyone around - we need the women, we need them to work together, and we need them to pick each other up, and we need to bring our men in on this aspect of our women and our human amazingness. Spirals of miracles.
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