When I was a child —I don’t know what age, but somewhere between elementary school grades (I love that I can have references), I was always craving having a close connection, with perhaps a sibling where I could feel seen and understood. Of course I didn’t have the language for it, but it’s something I felt deeply.
I’m so lucky today to have friendships that are like family, actually they just are family. Wow. I really used to think these connections were supposed to happen with blood relatives, and was envious of people with big families—and frustrated about my own family drama.
It takes a whole lot of effort and processing to let go of what has been ingrained in us in terms of how things “should be”. Reclaiming our agency, over our bodies, lives, and dreams is revolutionary.
Today, I am grateful for the space I am able to co-create with family that actually is family. Space in that sense is not physical, but it sure is tangible.