I have never been very good at women's groups and get-togethers. I always feel like the odd one out because I'm not really a girly girl. This might be the fall out from growing up with two brothers and a mother who wasn't very good at mother/daughter bonding.
One of the blessings of starting a blog has been meeting other women who are thinking and writing and being open about their lives and their journeys. Women who are living in the same stage of life as I am and who are thriving and creating their own stories and sharing them and encouraging each other. No-one is competing, no-one is doing one-upmanship, no-one is insisting that they have all the answers and no-one is blowing their own trumpet. These are just genuine women who have gathered into community to share their stories and to draw along side each other and cheer each other on.
I love that I don't have to worry about what to wear, or who I'll sit next to, or whether anyone will talk to me. I don't have to wonder if I'm the only one there who isn't excited about the pink "whatever" gift that is the reward for attending. I love that I can be myself and share my life and my journey with women who are busy doing the same thing in their own way. I love that I am learning new stuff and my mind is engaged and my spirit is enriched. I love that everyone is open to sharing their knowledge and helping each other out.
I had just written this post when I found out that it linked up beautifully with the word of the week which was "blessing" - I love when life throws in these little surprises!