my own personal village

I got to writing today and as usually was going in numerous different directions and after the umpteenth tangent I realized I'd better work through my thoughts and break it up into multiple posts. It’s exciting having something to say but aggravating when you can’t figure out a way to get your point across. I got to thinking about my village. You know that saying “it takes a village”” It’s generally in reference to child rearing but I don’t think it stops there. I feel like we’re constantly evolving, growing and with all that change you can’t limit a phrase like that. Without out my village there’s no way I would have made it this far. No way, no how. They didn't disband when I left adolescence either, maybe there was a shift and a regrouping but I've always been surrounded. They’re there. I see them. I feel them.

As I was writing I was getting irritated trying to organize my rapid thoughts and pooh-poohing my own abilities when I thought “who cares?” I know my village won’t. I guess you can comprise a village based on your own personal needs because I know I’m better off than a lot of others and whom they choose to count on. Mine has mastered the art patience, they wait vigilantly to come to my aid with wisdom, comfort, encouragement; whatever the need is. I even have a select few that see the signals beforehand and spring into action. It takes a lot. I’m not one dimensional and I often try to act independently so this team, this village, is an incredible group that I rely on every.single.day.

My village…I have individuals present that are experiencing similar situations in life. They march alongside and in some overwhelming moments they’re the only ones I allow to help. I personally find it hard not to hurt when others hurt so when there’s a mutual understanding that’s often the only way I feel comfortable unloading.

My village…The newbie’s, they have bright, new takes on everything. Sometimes those fresh takes are the easiest way to affirm a lifelong bond.

My village…Out in front are the people I respect and love that they are experiencing life at the absolute fullest. Seemingly shielding me with their joy and changing my perspective about each battle. Some people might keep friends like this at bay because comparing seems unavoidable but I enjoy having these people around because it reminds me of what life could be for me one day. 

My village…The long time residents that just “get it” comprised of mostly family or friends as good as.

My village…The unsung heroes that quietly remain camped out but ready despite time or conflict or often being overlooked. They are sometimes the most unexpected guard and powerful ally you almost forgot you had.
I think about these people often. They are my courage, my strength, my direction, my shelter etc… all rallied around me. I don’t know how I got so lucky.