In the past weeks I have had sister relationships with ladies not related to me, yet we related.
And when I tried to relate to those related to me, we failed.
What I failed to focus on were the ladies who related to me, and instead part of my head was with those who I could no longer relate to, struggling to find the words or phrases to make us match.
I failed.
We don’t match.
It isn’t them or it isn’t me.
They are fine alone and I am fine alone, but put us together and negativity pops out of them and out of me.
We are not what some would call each other’s better half.
Last night I was with two women who are not related to me, and we related beautifully.
We tossed conversation back and forth and held each other’s truths easily, we matched, I fit in their worlds, there wasn’t a struggle to find a little glimmer of commonality, and we flowed with each other effortlessly.
It was as one said, ‘family that is not family’.
I believe that we match or we don’t match and there isn’t anything we can do to force a relationship against reality, any more than we can stop one that grows organically.
As I sit here today and look backward upon all the wonderful spirited wise individual ladies I have had the privilege to share my journey with, I am in wonder of these relationships.
Some are just forming, others were formed a while back and are growing deeper and more meaningful to me, some seem to have gone ahead and were waiting for me to arrive with open arms and hearts.
How grateful am I for their journeys that coincided with mine, yet years apart.
Ladies of strength and willingness to participate in life fully not shying away when their truths lead them from their comfort zones.
Ladies of integrity, who use their voices to speak for themselves always, these are my sisters, the ones I relate to, the ladies whose footsteps I am following, who give me energy and hope.
These sisters are bold and follow their north star no matter where it leads and who they have to leave behind; they are willing to let go to hold on to what they know is their truth.
How lucky am I to have them sprinkled along my journey to share this experience, to enhance my life, to lighten my load, to brighten my day, to inspire me and cheer me on as I continue to build a stronger me.
Thanks to each of my soul sisters for the relationship we have, the braveness you show in sharing yourself with me, and the inspiration your story lends is hope to me.
Family is relating.
My chosen families are those that relate to me.
