Dramacidal

I almost dropped a weight on my foot at the gym this afternoon. My friends Boo Face, Shawty and I were working out (obviously names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent but they will attest to the fact that these names in some way fit them or are an inside joke between us) when Boo Face said that someone was “getting dramacidal over something she said the other day”.

“DRAMACIAL!!!!” I laughed and simultaneously almost dropped a ten pound (look at me, with the heavy weights) dumbbell on my right foot. “I love that word!”

Lately I’ve been feeling such a camaraderie amongst my female friends and I . I’m sure it was always there but I was always too busy in the land of testosterone to see it. Since making a conscious effort to be single and flirt as minimally as possible, I have been surrounding myself with the women that I care about and its been so much fun. Since I’m also trying to live in the moment, in the here and now rather than the there and then, I’ve also been thinking about who these women are and how they impact my life. They’re women of all shapes, colors, ages and backgrounds yet they all enrich me in some way.

My female friendships are nurturing in the way that my relationships or platonic friendships with men never are. These women can lift me up and make me feel like I can accomplish anything. They have rallied around me in times of crisis, even if they are not in close physical proximity or driving distance and laughed with me over silliness. Whether it was this afternoon, working out with my “crew” or the other night at dinner, trading profound life experiences and stories of loss with Dee over Indian food I treasure these experiences more than any times I’ve spent with anyone with the XY chromosome.

I love the fact that not all of my female friends know each other or are friends with one another because it gives me a broad spectrum of perspectives. In comparison to some of them, I’m the shy one, while in comparison to others I’m the outspoken one. As I come into my own and finally feel comfortable in my own skin and my own head (filled with intellect, emotions and a few bats, no doubt) I just am who I AM with them. There are no facades or games, nor do there need to be and I love it.

This one’s for the girls who make me happy to be part of your worlds and make you part of mine. Whether we’re crying, laughing, fighting, kissing (ON THE CHEEK people) at the gym to see if we can make that guy on the treadmill fall off, talking over hot chocolate or picking each other up and brushing each other off, each and every one of you is beautiful and special and I’m blessed to know you. Thanks for letting me be dramacidal, because as we know, drama is indeed my middle name!