Saturday evening I sat at my dining room table surrounded by some extraordinary women. If asked none would consider themselves to be extraordinary, they would say that they are simply ordinary women getting on with their fairly ordinary lives. Yet, put a group of ordinary women together and magic happens. Ordinary becomes extraordinary.
These women and a number of others who couldn’t be around my table form my tribe.
We are stronger because of our tribe.
These are women I could call at time of crisis.
These are women I call when I want to celebrate.
They are direct and challenging and tell me what I need to hear.
They have strong arms to hold me when I cannot stand alone.
They drink strong coffee and wine. They swear and curse. They laugh hard and cry hard. They have wicked senses of humour.
They are at the end of the phone at 3am.
Our tribe encourages us, inspires us, gives us strength to take that next step.
Our tribe grows with us. We lose some along the way and gain other new tribe members.
Our tribe waves the flag for us.
Our tribe tells us when enough is enough and when it’s time to move on.
Our tribe loves us unconditionally.
Our tribe arrives with a bottle of wine and box of tissues.
Our tribe turns up with rubber gloves and apron.
We laugh, we cry, we rage, we drink with our tribe.
We share stories, we create plans, we solve problems with our tribe.
We conquer the world and we talk through our agonies with our tribe.
We are comfortable in our vulnerability with our tribe.
We take risks with the support and undeniable trust of our tribe.
We wouldn’t be the extraordinary women we are without our tribe.
Who’s in yours?