Last week, on the beautiful day of 22.2.2020, my bestie celebrated 33 winters of existence.
Being an incredible magnet to others, she put together on this festive evening a bunch of incredible single ladies in their thirties.

Smart, strong, beautiful women,
Proudly wearing our pain.
Uniting forces and celebrating independence,
in the shadow of grouchiness expressed with humor,
and freedom infused with loneliness.
Young at heart, not yet ready to grow,
Feeling like fairies in a troubled world.
Fragile,
however, with our strong wings, we’re always prepared to fly.

We wake up every morning with the company of a dog, or a cat,
One, or maybe several.
And though we hold much appreciation for any such awakening,
we long for one particular soul to join the team.
All the while, we’re trying,
to flow softly along with the movement of the universe,
And to be authentic,
As we never dared to be.
More confident and less apologetic,
With cracks in our hearts, the mends are what give it a beautiful and unique look,
we know that self-love will pave the way for the love of another.

And so we choose
to love.