It is the onion of life. On top is the shit that is thrown at you. Peel away the layers and you find people, your people, waiting to catch you. Lift you up. Make you whole again.
Friendships are compelling and complicated. It’s as if two people who become good friends sign a contract to be supportive 24/7, love each other unconditionally, and have each other’s backs no matter what.
I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
Where my daughter once had a constant stream of invitations for plans, she was now having to be the one to reach out. When she did reach out, a lot of the girls were suddenly busy with other things.
Do I really have high expectations of my closest buddies? Shouldn’t we at least have some standards for our friends?
We laugh – Not just regular laughter; it is such hysterical laughter that makes my eyes tear and my face hurt. We laugh about old times and new times – everything is just funny when we are together.
Many argue that we cannot plan for aging, that we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. But shouldn’t we start thinking about it?
So that card table and those four hours every week have come to represent the state of my life. Tuesday nights at my house is filled with gossip, idle chatter, political commentary and the status of our favorite sports teams.
Life in the second act can be lonely – kids leave the nest; parents become older. Even with a best of spouses and a fantastic family, everyone needs good friends.
Living the Second Act Founders Mimi and Stacy have been in business for a year but have never met. Find out what happens the first time they get together.