Fun fact about me. I don’t have a lot of close friends.
When I was a kid, I was super insecure about it. My mom told me it was fine. “Quality over quantity, Stephanie,” she’d say as she brushed my hair and I’d spill my worries onto our living room carpet. “The ones you have mean something to you.” My mom, as most moms tend to be, was 100% spot on. Her words stayed with me through high school, college and into adult life, and I found strength in her wisdom. I picked up the close friends I needed to fulfill me, let go of those that had their own path, and twenty years later, stand tall with the people I know who have my back. My purpose now, as we all continue to evolve into the people we’re supposed to be: make sure my friends know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re loved. How do I do this? GALENTINES. Oh, Galentine’s. As far as I know, the very special holiday, celebrated on February 13, began with NBC’s Parks and Recreation, one of the most perfect shows about friendship of.all.time. (Unapologetic Leslie Knope gal here.) Leslie draws together her merry band of female friends for breakfast to celebrate all that is wonderful about being a woman: finding comfort in each other’s quirks, realities, and talent. (And mosaics of each other made from crushed bottles of their favorite diet soda. NM. Just watch Parks and Rec.) A dear friend and I began celebrating Galentine’s before it was part of the cultural lexicon – it’s the ONLY trend I’ve ever gotten out in front of - with waffles, love letters stating each other’s awesomeness, and books noted with quotes in which to flip through and gather strength from when the days are too much. I’m a firm believer that while my friend and I were tight before, the annual tradition, and the warm feelings that grew from it, tied us together through her move to another time zone, changes within our families, and the general reality of time passing. She is mine, and I am hers. My very own noble land mermaid. (Seriously. Just watch Parks and Rec.) Obviously, Galentine’s isn’t for everyone. It’s cool. Find your equivalent. Drinking beer and watching football? Ultimate Frisbee? Making those super cool ginormous fat yarn blankets that everyone is making right now? Grab the women you most care about and go do the thing that puts you both at the most ease. The point about the best fake holiday in the world is this: take care of each other. Straighten each other’s crowns. Have each other’s backs. We need each other in this life.
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