Women's Work...

I recently joined a women's group. I kind of found out about it by accident. At some point or another I gave my email to a holistic wellness center. I began getting emails out of the blue about different events and meetings. Any hoo, I decided to check out the meeting for a newly starting "women's group". Now that I think about it, I don't know why in the world I'd do such a thing.

The first night I went, there were women there of varying ages and ethnicities. We discuss the purpose of the group, which was simply to share and address our feelings with each other and with ourselves. From the beginning, the level of comfort and dynamics of the room were amazing.

To get to the point, I went last night and couldn't even make it past our "checking in" intro. I was overwhelmed. I was the first to start my "work". Looking back, I'm embarrassed. Even with all of the love in the room. I guess being vulnerable can be shameful for some. Vulnerable is what I felt like too because people have now seen me very close to my lowest of lows. But we all shared, we all experienced, we all had the sullen look of wanting to be fixed.

I want to be fixed. Let me rephrase, I want to stay glued together.

It's weird how you can find something within a group of complete strangers that's hard to find in already established family or friends. It's almost like we were all brought together for a reason.

This entry isn't arranged very well, or at least the way I'd like, but it does allow me to share tidbits of my experience. Which is good enough.

Thanks for listening.