It’s about the Bond

You know you have a tight knit group of girl friends when you find yourself gathered around a beautiful farm table, in Highlands,NC., enjoying a late evening meal, talking non stop with five young at heart, old college gals, and the next thing you know, the conversation suddenly diverts into becoming a personality evaluation.  Only this time, someone decides it’s a good idea to dissect the “worst” traits, as oppose to the “best” in one another.(seeing how most of these girls are sweeter, and kinder than me… I’m feeling a little edgy) Let me just say right now… every woman knows better than this! It’s a disaster waiting to happen that will inevitably lead to dangerous waters in the form of a land mine. Holds true with any group…but these semi-drunk, vulnerable old friends want to all of a sudden be “honest” at midnight!  Serioulsyurkidding!

I was lovingly told, that I tend to be OCD, bossy, and a tad bit on the control freak side…Hell, I know that! Not only am I OK with it, but frankly, it’s quite deliberate. It’s the reason I do the planning for my “girl trips” in the friggin first place. I spend hours googling places, texting them with numerous calendar choices, calling restaurants, hotels, bike rentals and any other excursions I see fit! It certainly isn’t because I am organized…nope, not me, the purpose of my planning is to be where I want to be, with who I want to be with, eating what I want to eat, at the time I want to eat it. I know I’m OCD, bossy and controlling…because I’m the one having a blast!

The others were diagnosed as follows…We have an opinionated, (as she screamed out adamantly), “I’m NOT opinionated”! We also have amongst us “Miss Impatient” (this one nodded admittedly) and said, “I am….BUT MAN, Y’ALL….YOU ARE ALL WAY TOO SLOW”! The one at the table not hardly capable of following this, or any, conversation for that matter said,” So where does that leave me”? Our answer was “YOU, my princess, are in your own little world”, but we lost her mid answer…so we redefined her as the “I don’t give a shit” girl! We also have a “cheap” and a “self proclaimed hoarder” in our sorority as well! They  weren’t able to be there, to defend their title, but they know who they are. We managed to distribute these “don’t get your feelings hurt… BUT“… compliments, without any permanent damage…none that we could remember anyway.

The most astonishing blessing about having extraordinary friends, who’s lives are so different, and have been effected by a substantial amount of drama, (some happy, some sad, and some quite devastating)  for 30 years, is that you learn to except, forgive and tolerate! We all have grown…we are bold, beautiful, and crazy! We are all dysfunctional in our own peculiar ways, which is the reason we love and care about each other so much and is why we have so much to say…the SECOND you walk out of the room!

We are resilient, we are a team…and have our Bond!

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