At around 5 o’clock on a Monday evening, I am scrambling trying to make yet another unplanned meal into a well coordinated pillar of nutrition. I am trying to remember if there is anything I have forgotten to plan for the next day. My stress level is usually pretty high because Mondays
are from the devil are the busiest days of the week for a business owner. At some point on Monday evening, I realize that tomorrow is Tuesday.
It’s alright. 12 more hours and you will be sitting at your best friends dining room table with other BFF’s drinking coffee and destressing from a long week. Tuesdays have become a Sabbath. Yes, I am aware Jesus has one too. I like that one. I do. However, our Tuesday morning Sabbath, is the true guard of our restoration.
The difference, if you are not a mother and need more clarification on this fact, is that we don’t have to get ready to
scream and chase our children to church. My husband no longer calls me in between 9am and 11:30am. He knows what’s up. This is the time where I don’t have to listen to a sermon and then internalize how I can change my life for the better. This is when I get to walk to the head of my class and share my failures, achievements and conundrums with my peers.
It’s not a place for multiple choice solutions. We are not a
bitch fest on a mission for us and against him. We are like the Ya-Ya Sisterhood without the hats . There are four regular members, one more from the national chapter (Tiffany, you know who you are. We love you, miss you and pray for you, more than you know) and a few stragglers that come every so often. It’s an event as concrete in my planner as….well, it’s the most concrete thing in my planner. I’m not good with schedules.
I know that not all of you have this gift. Either you haven’t found the time, the right friends or the right place but it’s there. I want to encourage you to find it. If you can’t find it, create it. You already know who you’d invite. You already know what you need to share. I am going to write a series of posts on Tuesday mornings to let you in on our secret society.
|I’d invite him but he’s already got a club. Darn.|
No, not the dirty details of our little meet ups. Everyone knows that a real friend doesn’t dish details.
These posts are going to be more like Fight Club rules. So next Tuesday, be ready for Tuesday Girls to the Rescue: The Rules. This will be fun. Who knows? When it is all over. Maybe you will take a step towards finding that sisterhood sabbath that we all crave. The magic that happens when women who love each other share a room.
All my love,
P.S. I’m not in the picture above. I’m standing in the shadows waiting my turn. Bring it! :)