It takes a village

Between the economy, the humidity and the fact that we are all right around that big 30 mark (ok, some of us have more experience with the thirties than others…) me and many of my friends are experiencing a great deal of DOUBT. Some of us are anxious about our money situation, others about our businesses, some about personal life, etc. etc. The upshot of all this is that we spend a great deal of time talking about our doubts and looking for anwsers.

Over the last two weeks I’ve found myself playing coach often enough to think about actually looking into it as a sideline profession. I know, of course, that my turn will come and these same girlfriends that I gave the tough love talk to will tell me to pick myself up by the bootstraps and figure it out. And that, to me, is a wonderful thing.

We aren’t talking about a bunch of ninnies here. My husband lovingly calls them the “woo girls” but the fact of the matter is, my girlfriends are strong, intelligent professional women whom I admire in so many ways I can’t even begin to count them. (Anyone who knows me knows that a bunch of bubleheads would do nothing but bore me.) But even the strongest woman needs support now and then.

Hillary had it right when she said it takes a village to raise a child. But it doesn’t stop there. It can’t stop there. A community of support means a stronger community overall. So go coach your pals. Listen and give the best advice you can. Know that your pals will be there when you need advice, and don’t be too proud to ask for it. We’re all in this togeher, and the only way out is through!