Finding your tribe

I’ve been lucky enough to find the most amazing naturopath in my area, i think of her as an earth mother that has been on this planet before. Understanding, inspiring and heck she just gets it. One thing she said to me in a consultation was along the lines of “we all need to find our tribe”

Now that really got my brain going, tribe is such a spiritual way of describing friendship/family and belonging. It made me think about how lucky i am with the tribe that i’ve got. It may be scattered all over australia and the world, but shit i really think I’m the luckiest gal on the planet. Having a tribe means good health. Friends and family that lift you and encourage, not belittle or be jealous of who you are and what you’ve got or haven’t got, to me that equates to healthy living. I’ve learnt as i’ve got older to only surround myself with people that are positive, enjoy life, love adventure and won’t settle for second best. I love meeting new people and sharing the stories of my beautiful friends, that are talented musicians, own cafes, help plan the beautiful cities we live in, travel the world chasing their dreams,jewellery makers, sculptors, writers, bakers, baristas, health professionals and i could go on forever. My friends are my chosen family who have seen me at my best and embraced me in my worst. Im lucky to say the that besties i have, have been exactly that for years. And i guess that now makes me fussy about who I’m letting into my tribe, i’ve learnt that having common interests ain’t enough, it needs to be on a spiritual level, that connection of holding eye contact and feeling energy zoom between two souls. Eep! its so exciting. But also can be sad, that moment where i guess theres almost an air of desperation for people to get along, to “hit it off” especially as you get older, but you know what I’m embracing the fact that i won’t settle for sub-par friendships. I’ve been lucky enough to bond with a few beautiful humans in Torquay, and also i guess rub a couple of people the wrong way, but i’ll never apologise for who i am as person. Because you know what? I fucking love who i’ve become as an adult, i feel strong, i know I’m borderline crazy, and adventurous and not scared to ruffle feathers. I call that living passionately! Question what people have to say, fight for what you believe in, never roll over because its easy. There should be sparks in our eyes, fire in our belly and a smile so big on your face, that people wonder what the fuck you’ve been up too!

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