Are you a Friend Collector?

I got to spend last week celebrating my friends’ pretty important milestones – one just had her first baby and the other turned the big 4-0!

I am so grateful to have been able to be there and love up on each of them. More importantly, I am honored to have them in my life as part of my sisterhood.

At the birthday celebration dinner (photo below), my friend’s husband referred to her as a ‘friend collector’. It was humorous and sweet, and actually very accurate. Her thoughtfulness, care, fierce loyalty and love for those in her life is inspiring. Once you are in her inner circle, you don’t get left behind. In fact, her friends become your friends and ultimately form a chosen family. It’s quite beautiful and magical.

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I’ve actually been rolling that idea around in my mind since hearing it—being a friend collector. I recognize an opportunity for myself in it. A chance to uplevel and open my heart even more inside my own friendships.

It’s very easy for me to get caught up in work, travel, supporting my clients, answering emails, hiking my pups – and NOT connect like I could.

I’m not beating myself up. Just waking up to an area I want to improve.

I watched the film About Time this trip too and was reminded of what’s important in life – not the deadlines, emails, phone calls, but the smiles at strangers, hugs from friends, love from the people in your life.

I’m not forming a rigid plan of action for how to move forward. I’m simply opening space in my heart to consider what I want and how I can create that. I’m setting an intention to pay more attention to my sisterhood. To my family. To those in my heart.

I share this with you today because I thought you might need a little reminder too.

If this resonates with you, I’d love to hear more in the comments. How do you pay attention to your sisterhood? How do you create space for the things that are really important?

Looking forward to seeing what you share.

Special hugs and love to you today.

Amber

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