Weekend Getaway

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I had the absolute pleasure of spending the weekend in the mountains with some really amazing women. Before this weekend, they were my work friends. After this weekend, they are just simply my friends. We were brought together to celebrate the last few weeks of unmarried life for one of our girls before she flies across the ocean to marry her true love. I feel we learned more about each other than we all knew and we've grown a stronger bond with each other than we ever had.

We shared a lot of laughs but we also shared some serious moments. We discussed some things that have been bothering me as of late and I realized that I wasn't the only one feeling this way. It was a huge relief. Before this weekend, I felt a little bit alone. Like I was possibly making more out of something that wasn't really a problem. But many of my concerns, were concerning to them and having people share similar feelings with you feels like they are helping carry the weight, it's not so heavy.

Being able to talk to people about whatever good or bad is going on with you is an amazing thing. It's incredibly therapeutic. Finding people who you feel safe enough to share those things with is even better. I feel fortunate that I already had a number of these safe people before this weekend but now I have more, and I appreciate all of them. They certainly add more sparkle to my life.




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