Spend Time With Women Who Bring Out Your Magic, Not The Madness
There was a time when my heart was like an open house – doors unlocked, lights always on, welcoming anyone who needed shelter from their own storms. I'd empty my pockets, clear space in my closet, reorganize my whole life just to make room for friendships that, if I'm being honest with myself, were draining the very essence of who I was becoming.
That version of me? She was beautiful in her openness. But she was also drowning.
See, I've learned something about energy that nobody tells you when you're young: it transfers. It mingles. It transforms. When you sit with dreamers, your imagination expands. When you build with builders, your hands learn new skills. And when you cry with the chronically wounded who refuse their own healing? Baby, you start bleeding from cuts you never even had.
I used to pride myself on loving without judgment. No career? I see you. No stability? I understand you. Patterns of chaos that follow you like a shadow? I'll love you through it.
But there came a moment – standing in my power as a woman who's been creating her own opportunities since 26, navigating motherhood, and learning the delicate art of partnership – when I realized that some friendships were keeping me tethered to versions of myself I had outgrown.
The hard truth? People can only meet you as deeply as they've met themselves.
When your conversation shifts from gossip to growth, from problems to possibilities, from who hurt you to how you're healing – you need women who speak that language fluently, not those still learning the alphabet.
This isn't about superiority. It's about frequency. About recognizing that the women who truly love your evolution won't ask you to shrink your voice to make their echoes sound louder.
My circle now? Smaller but mighty. Women who've weathered their own storms and emerged not just surviving but sculpting something beautiful from the aftermath. Women who understand that entrepreneurship isn't just a career choice but a mindset that bleeds into everything you touch. Women who've done the shadow work required to mother whole children and build whole relationships.
The magic happens in these spaces – where ambition meets accountability, where dreams meet discipline, where we can be gloriously imperfect together without becoming each other's excuses.
Choose wisely, love. Your spirit is too precious to be spent on connections that require you to be less so others can feel like more.
