There are days where all I want to do is hide. If I were to build my dream home, there would be a small closet with one comfy chair, some dim lighting, maybe some soothing “elevator” music, and, of course, my Kurig. It would be my hideout.
Isn’t that the feeling we created time and time again as kids when we threw blankets over chairs to make a secret cave where “no one would find us”? Fort building was a constant pass time when I was a kid. Snuggling in a cave of blankets and hiding out was such a great feeling. Being tucked away for awhile felt like a secret escape.
Although I am all grown up, I still crave that feeling of being tucked away in a private escape. While a day at the spa seems a reasonable alternative, that is a luxury reserved for Kim Kardashian as I would need to go there daily and my bank account will not support that whatsoever.
I need to find the best next thing which for me might just be hiding in the closet (with coffee, of course). With all the craziness in my world, it feels like hiding is the only option sometimes. Usually, when I feel like hiding because I just can’t handle whatever emotion I am feeling at the time, I call Amy. The time we spend on the phone debriefing whatever emotion I feel is what makes me feel like I can move on with my day. Inevitably, I end up laughing and feeling like I am not the only woman on the planet that feels like sometimes I just can’t keep up, measure up or stand up. This kind of friendship and camaraderie is so valuable. So valuable, in fact, that we thought that we could share this feeling with all of you.
This is our virtual hideout. The place where we hope that by sharing our stories with you, you can join this fellowship of women who need support and, most importantly, a good laugh every now and then. You can read more about each of us here.
So, welcome to our fort!