Apparently Squad Goals are thing, at least if you're Taylor Swift. (I'll let you guess which one is Taylor in the above photo).
I have my own little sort of squad goals (assuming mid-to-ahem-upper thirties is not too old to use such colloquialisms): I need an inside person, and an outside person. A person at home, and a person away. I also need a gaggle of giggly bridesmaids, a big sister and a little sister, a mentor who feeds me coffee and prayers, a dear heart who sends me cards across the miles for no reason other than love. Turns out, I need a pretty diverse squad.
Today I'm writing at Velvet Ashes on friendship between those who stay and those who go. Here's a wee taste:
I’m a Goer. Call it an unpleasant side-effect of under-funding or a penchant for mixing things up every couple of years, but until very recently, my family and I have been our own little tribe of Goers. In fact, our last three years in this western suburb of Dublin have been the longest we’ve ever stayed anywhere, and we’ve no plans to depart any time soon.
It’s a great feeling, being a Stayer. A deep fulfillment, a longing for roots. Staying feels good.
Until our friends – our partner Stayers, the ones who had a hand in our coming and staying – become Goers. Then, staying starts to feel a little lonely.
On my lonely days, I remember all of my people and the uniqueness God endowed in each one to minister to me in my particular weaknesses, whether they realize it or not (I should probably let them in on that beautiful secret).
Not only am I not alone, I am surrounded, protected by a hedge of lady friends. My squad. My girl group. My soul sisters. XO to infinity.