Month: March 2021

My entire life I’ve felt like I’ve been searching for my people. My family. My friends. My pack. My flock. My herd.

I remember as a kid being so pitifully shy. Shy because the kids in my class didn’t hear a thing I said. Shy because my family didn’t understand a thing I said.

I’ve been quiet on this blog lately- mostly because I’ve just been so genuinely happy. I’ve been reflecting so hard on how many times I’ve manifested my own life, and cackling at the amount of times I’ve wished for exactly the life I live. Recently, I find myself sitting back multiple times per day, just to giggle at the fact that in the last year and a half alone, I’ve accomplished the things that I either: A.) didn’t think that I could, or B.) was told that I couldn’t.
Obviously one of those points caused the other.

I constantly think about the quote that plainly states you need two types of people in your life: the type that believes in your dreams, and the type that pokes holes in your dreams. For so long, my life was so abundant in the latter.

I’ve shied away from writing when I am happy; I’ve shied away from telling people when I am happy. I’ve shied away from sharing my happiness with others, because it seems so disgustingly rare to find a friend willing to bask in your happiness with you.

My pack, my flock, my herd.

I turned 30 this week, and my boyfriend threw a party at my farm. He cleaned the house, decorated the property, and then prepared tacos and margaritas for 30? of my friends and family. Friends I hadn’t seen in over a year, family that had never met some of the friends I consider family. A house full of the people closest to me; making sure my cup was never near empty. A roaring house filled with music, and laughter, and all the best vibes.

Early the next morning I rolled over in bed next to my boyfriend, and for the millionth time, complimented him on his party-throwing abilities.
“I had so much fun. No one’s ever thrown a party for me before.”
He leaned back a bit, “What??”

10 seconds later, my bestfriend walked in through the kitchen door with a bottle of champagne in her hand: “Happy Birthday, bitch.”

My pack. My flock. My herd.