I just returned from a 24ish hour getaway to celebrate the new adventure a college friend is about to embark on. Several old and a new friend were to be at the gathering and it was sure to be a wonderful time and something we had looked forward to for ages. Even with that knowledge, I began the drive with the weight of responsibilities and stresses of life heavy on my mind. My return trip was completely different and I felt a temporary relief from the things that concerned me the previous afternoon and about 10 years younger. All of this due to the power of friendship.
There’s power in the many friendships we find ourselves in during the course of our lives. This group is one of those who “knew me when”. One of the groups with the power to pick up right where we left off. There is power in not having to explain the backstories because we know the good, the bad and the ugly. There’s sometimes you wish they didn’t, but there’s power in the dark being in the light. There’s power with those that could easily judge, but just listen, and respect you as your navigate the waters of your unique journey. There’s power in acceptance. There’s power in knowing you’re not alone. There’s power in a good laugh.
Prior to meeting with the group, I stoped in briefly at a preserve, something I’d wanted to see forever. I arrived only a handful of minutes before closing so rushed to see everything I could. I didn’t know what I’d witness would be a foreshadowing of the evening to come. While in the large old bard, the warm fall sun was streaming through the west door and illuminated the floor causing me to pause. There, like a spotlight, I could see all the ding and dents in the floor that told the many stories of that old barn. Despite the wear, the integrity of the floor wasn’t compromised. Those rough spots merely added character.
And that’s what I saw in my friends that evening, character. Developed from years of trying to create a good life for themselves and those around them. Character from walking through the fires of life and coming out the other side stronger than when they entered. Their grit that comes from the joys, sorrows, blood, sweat and tears of adventures and misadventures.. Women, that have seen their fair share of dings and dents but keep showing up to face another day.
Thanks to this and the other groups of women who are walking with me on this journey. Thanks for transparency, honesty and support. There is strength in community. We are stronger together. Keep the faith.
The dings and dents of this old barn reminded me of those we face in our life journeys.