Day 4: The Tribe

Day 4  I am thankful for my tribe.  That group of people that love you and consider you their family whether you are or not.  My tribe is so good to me.  They love me and care for me.  Rush to my aid if need be.  They also kick my ass if it needs kicking.  

Your tribe does not tell you what you want to hear.  People who tell you things to placate you are not your friends.   There is no room for yes people.  Your tribe will always be honest with you even if it hurts.  They will hold your mirror up to you and, even with the tears streaming down your face, they will tell you what you NEED to know.  They are the people who wipe the snot off of your face.  They are also the people who say enough is enough take back what is yours. They put your heart back in your chest when it is bleeding all over the carpet.

And they have not one doubt that you will do the same for them in a heartbeat.

My tribe consists of my own flesh and blood, good friends here in town, people I have met that do not live here and people I have never had the privilege of meeting. 

I am one flippin' lucky girl.