Friends who are willing to call me out on my bullshit, unapologetically.
People who have known me intimately enough to know my “patterns” and point them out to me, reminding me, gently or not so gently, that I’m doing it again.
Someone who loves me enough to hold me accountable, expects integrity from me, and is always willing to toss a different perspective into the mix.
People who have seen me, not people who only know me through what I have told them – what I have let them see.
Folks that will first let me vent, even irrationally, to let me know they care enough to listen to me being my worst.
And the people who show up with love and forgiveness, not judgment, over and over and over.
I have surrounded myself with people like this and am grateful for it.
Right now, I’m on high speed – every single conversation with one of these people, in the last couple of days, but especially today, has basically rocked my world.
And each world-rocking brings a small bit of peace – a perspective, a phrase, an experience, laughter, that eases my anxiety and reminds me that I am just one in seven billion.
I am being pushed through my own bullshit and at the same time, supported so solidly.