A lucky writer is one who has found her tribe–like minded souls who understand you, and love you, no matter what.
I have found mine, and yesterday they gifted me with something to help me through my darker days. They gave me light.
This fairy light jar contains notes to remind me, when I need reminding, that I am not alone. This is love, people. This is friendship.
My husband and children love me even when I’m not so loveable, but my tribe does too, and yesterday they gave me a sparkly beacon so I don’t get lost in my own head.
I am very, very lucky.
