you’re a firework
Lately I find myself repeating the same advice to anyone in their early twenties: Start traditions with your friends. Traditions you adhere to year after year, no matter what.
As you transition into your thirties, it becomes increasingly important to carve time out for your friends. Becoming older is beautiful. I am more comfortable in my skin and in my friendships than ever before, but it is near impossible to find time for everything and everyone.
Circles grow wider. Coworkers become friends. You inherit cousins and accumulate college friends from your mister. Babies storm into your life and you will insist on finding time to play with them in sprinklers.
With jam packed schedules, it can be tempting to forgo plans. But I am always relearning the importance of traditions.
The mister and I were invited to spend july 4th with a group of friends who have been visiting Vermont every year since forever. There was an intimacy to the weekend and we felt blessed to be let in on this secret society.
There was a golden rule we quickly learned once we arrived at jackie’s family lake house. For the entire weekend there would be no internet. Tradition stated we would be spending time with each other, minus distractions.
Weekends with friends are not for posting pictures. They are about reconnecting, enjoying dance parties, lawn games, and extravagant wiffle ball tournaments.
Thank you for hosting us Jackie, and allowing us to be a part of this very special tradition. I am blessed another beautiful group of strangers turned into friends.
I urge you to start yearly traditions with your friends. Pick a weekend and stake your claim in it. Demand time for each other.