In 2015, I learned my need for a tribe.
I’ve always been a do-it-yourself kind of woman. Stockings need to be hung by the fireplace with care? No problem. Dinner needs to be made? I got this. Children need to be taken care of when Dada has to work long hours? No worries, man.
But doing all, being all and acting like all comes with its own set of challenges, namely that I begin to believe I am all. Call it the curse of Superwoman, but oftentimes I find myself believing that I don’t need anyone else, for I am sufficient in and of myself.
Never you mind how this plays into my relationship with the Creator.
You see, 2015 started out like this: we had a newborn and a two-year-old at home. My husband was commuting upwards of three hours a day to his new job, while I was at home, attempting to write and speak and care for said babies on five hours of sleep. We knew something needed to change, so we began to look for housing closer to his work.
Eventually, we found a place.
Eventually, we moved.
Eventually, I began to realize that moving is not for the faint of heart, for moving isn’t as simple and sexy as Hollywood makes it out to be. Moving means loneliness and moving means starting over. Moving means getting to know a new people and a new culture; it means settling in and laying down roots and hoping that someone will notice and invite the New Girl and her babies over for a spot of tea.
And moving also means learning to reach out for help when you realize you can’t – nor were you made – to go at life on your own accord.
So I began to look for my tribe.
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A thousand questions, a million answers: so, what did you learn in 2015? And, how have your Superwoman and Superman powers recently been thwarted? Do tell!