Comfort, noise, love.

My best friend and my daughters…

Together, yes I said daughters plural

Because my best friend’s daughter is my daughter.

Time is running out.

I unfairly seek fulfillment in a friendship where a partner should reside.

But no man has shown up for me…not yet…

Not like my best friend shows up for me.

They are massive shoes to fill.

I am distraught because my confidence that anyone can fill those shoes is low.

Sometimes I find myself on my knees;

This is not a natural place for me to be.

I am waiting for that man, the one I want, the one I know is capable…to show up for me.

But that is the myth of relationships.

In movies, there are always happy endings.

In real life, there are valleys and hills,

And you never know when you are on your way up or down.

To find peace, we must accept our aloneness.

We must be okay with it.

Lucky for me, I have mastered the art of being alone.

It isn’t preferable to love, but it is preferable to bullshit.

And I would rather be alone than deal with bullshit.

So I will continue to do my best to put on a happy face for my best friend,

Because her happiness is my happiness…

Her success is my success.

And as women, we must always root for our own.

And I wish her to flourish in her element and break that ceiling of her potential…

Because she is the epitome of potential in a world wrought with mediocrity.

She is the gold standard, and I know she will reach the pinnacle.

I hope I live up to her example.

Women support women.

Love you, girl.