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I am on the way to Galentines brunch with a friend. I’m blessed in the fact that as a 31 year old woman I am finally in platonic relationships with friends (all female) that are women who are successful and want to see me win. Not every woman is financially successful and that is wrong to say that is the only measure of success. I have a friend who is an entrepreneur who has owned multiple businesses. A friend who travels. A friend who has pulled herself up by her bootstraps mentally in a way that is awe inspiring to see. A friend who cared for her father when he was terminally I’ll and she was in her early twenties. A friend who has emigrated and has navigated a whole different country and made a success out of it (I actually have 2 friends who have done this) but the point is I take wisdom from successful women. What that success looks like is different from woman to woman. But make no mistake. They’re all successful. And more importantly, they want to see me win. I cannot describe to you the value and necessity of having powerful women who want to see you win. It stops you falling through cracks. There are people that care for you. If I can give you any advice. If you gather your friends in a room… make sure you are the least successful person in that room. Have friends that bring talents to the table. Have friends that humble you. Have friends that humble themselves before God. Seriously. Anyone who trusts in their own power and righteousness is suspicious and you are essentially waiting for them to get humbled. And as a friend if you are waiting for someone to be humbled by God for their foolishness you’re a bad friend and a worse person. Always have friends who don’t talk trash about other people. This is the most important. Because if they’re talking trash about someone else… you my dear are next. Have friends that you like yourself around. They make you your best self. They encourage hobbies and interests. That’s a friend. Also one that you can challenge and it not be a big deal. The male colleague who is my director who I have the most respect for as a human being is someone who challenges me, but when it’s his turn for challenge… he takes it like a man. He can take a hit. No blood no foul. That’s a mark of a man.
There is power in a tribe. I’m proud of mine
The question is.
Are you proud of yours?
Grace and Courage
Annetta Mother Smith