I am really really grateful. So grateful I could burst. I have managed, through no coincidence I assure you, to surround myself with some incredibly amazing women in my life. When I think of these women, I remember this meme.
First and foremost, I have my mom. She’s been there since day one. She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else (save for my husband, who might tie her in that category. But since this post is about women, he doesn’t take top honours). She can call me on my bull crap when I need to be called on it. She knows when I’m taxed. She even knew when I was pregnant with my third child before anyone else (again, save Tom) knew. She raised me, for a good part of that time as a single parent. I think of the days when I’m exhausted with three kids running me ragged, coming home late from work, hungry, and all I want to do is escape into my bed with a glass of wine. I look at Tom and think, “damn…she did this on her own”. You did good, Mom. (I know that’s grammatically incorrect…she’s also the one who will call me within twenty minutes of any blog post and tactfully point out to me the grammatical errors I’ve made). I’m proud of you. I don’t tell you enough but I want you to know that I love you.
Then I have these amazing groups of women who I get to hang out with or chat with on a regular basis.
I have my accountability girls every other Wednesday morning. Karen and Amy and I have been talking weekly or biweekly for over two years now. We met at a seminar a few weeks after Maggie was born and bonded. We share our wins, our challenges, our frustrations, our fears, our good days, and more with one another in complete confidence that we will listen – without judgement – and love one another for every strength and weakness we have. We offer advice, give virtual high fives over Skype, and learn from one another. We all started in a similar place – practicing chiropractic – and over time we started to embark on different professional adventures which has taken our accountability call in a different direction. I want to see these women succeed both personally and professionally…but most importantly I want them to be happy in doing so.
I have my long-term friends from grade one. Yes, grade one. Maybe two. I can’t really remember when they all entered into my life but certainly it was early on in grade school. We don’t talk as often. But I know my day brightens when my cell phone lights up or an email appears in my inbox from one of them. We’re in different parts of the country and we can go weeks or months without being in touch but we can pick up from wherever we left off. There’s no shaming or frustration for lack of communication…it’s just understood that we’ll be there for one another until we’re well into our senior years. Even if our memories aren’t well enough to remember who is lighting up our cell phones at that time (will we even have cell phones at that time??).
I have my chiropractic girls. The girls who I went through school with or met after graduation at a seminar or in passing. Or we may have just gotten to know one another over Facebook. Either way, they are there to connect with at seminars. And to refer to when one of my most favourite patients moves away and I need to get them another amazing chiropractor in their new town. They are there in so many ways that can’t be counted and yet are so appreciated.
My next group of amazing women is my CrossFit ladies. This group isn’t a specific group…it changes day to day, week to week. But often it’s the morning group that have bonded over the last few months and in some cases years. What I love is that regardless of our physical capabilities, size, marital status, children status, work status, etc. we all support one another at doing better in the gym. I can be in the middle of a really heavy lift, about to fail, and have one of them look me in the eye and say “You’ve got this” and it gives me the extra bit of strength to lift that weight over my head. They’ve got my back. They are there to support me. And I’ve got their back and I’m there to support them. One of the coaches calls it a “female wolf pack” and it’s true. I can walk into the gym and see one of them and instantly I know it’s going to be a more fun workout because they are there.
And finally I have my new Desire Map book club girls. They are all crossovers from CrossFit, which tends to be a thread that has weaved through many of my relationships. But these book club girls are tremendous. I feel like I’m diminishing it by calling it a book club…it’s so much more…we’ve nicknamed ourselves something that can’t be posted here but I assure you it perfectly describes this group of ebullient women. I can be honest, open, raw, authentic and real with them in person. They don’t make fun if I cry. I like that. Because the first time we got together, I recounted one of the most difficult times in practice for me, and they didn’t even blink when it caused me to tear up. We only get together in person monthly but we’re there for one another through text and online as need be.
So so grateful. Each of these women play an important role in my life. I’d be less without them. I wouldn’t be where I am without them. You know who you are, and I appreciate you for who you are. Thanks for being in my life.
Much love, andrea