it’s okay to ask for help…

A stomach bug hit our household last week. Aaaand carried over into this week.

Stomach bugs suck.

I don’t know about you, but I hate vomit. It’s one of the Top 3 things I try to avoid.

But the COOLEST thing about a stomach bug is that it’s often coupled with diarrhea. BONUS.

I digress…

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a quest called tribe… (pt. one)

Some tribes you choose; and some you don’t. When we choose the members of our tribe, we usually find people in one of four ways: similar interests, things in common, in close proximity, and/or through referrals or third-party introductions. Or you can be born into one and others can be born into yours.

When my mom married my dad, she already had two kids, a son and daughter, from her first marriage. When I was born, my brother and sister were 11 years old and 15 years old, respectively. Although technically they are my “half” siblings, I never thought of them that way; they were always whole to me. As the baby of this family unit, I loved my people, looked up to them, and was fiercely proud of them. This was my first tribe.

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