Your People
On Friday afternoon I was asked to fill in for a touch team that night at 6.30pm.
I’d never played for this team before.
Didn’t really know who was in it.
Playing meant delaying Friday drinks. I say that like it’s an ‘occasion’ but it’s really Dave and I avoiding the children’s bedtime with a can in hand and pretending we’re loving life at the minute until we can’t stand the kids fighting a moment longer! So yes, playing meant delaying drinks for an hour or so as my mediocre skill level doesn’t really need alcohol impeding my performance anymore than natural selection already has.
However, playing meant leaving the house at 6pm and avoiding bedtime altogether.
Naturally I said yes.
So our touch rugby team plays at the club on Thursdays, it’s a busy night, lots of teams and lots of our friends. Friday touch is still at our local club, literally a stones throw from our house, but has a smaller league of teams and I had no idea who would be there.
I left the house in a usual ‘Mum-dithery-rush’ carrying nothing which was entirely refreshing as I’ve had to lower myself to using an Iphone 4s whilst my beautiful Samsung is getting a new screen installed. LIFE IS SO HARD RIGHT NOW, DAMN YOU TINY PHONE!
Needless to say the phone stayed at home and Dave ended up chasing after me with $20 in case I wanted to stay for a drink. Some people won $44 million in Lotto this week, we won $109!!! Cash rich yo.
The point to this schpiel is thus; you might have daughters, in which case, a place you might find yourself often could be a ballet studio, or slumped in the stands watching hours on end of gymnastics, or freezing your tits off alongside a netball court all winter. I have two boys and live one street over from a rugby club, ergo, we are there ALL the damn time. Wherever you find yourself because of your kids or your job or your husband, or your parents, make friends, make those people your people. Take the opportunity to get out of the house on a Friday night when the last thing you want to do is run around wondering if your muffin top is escaping the compression tights yet and throw a freaking ball!
Because the person catching it just might want to sit down afterwards and have a beer and talk about Donald Fucking Trump or tattoos, or kids – subjects you could go on about for hours.
Find your people wherever life has landed you. They are there, I guarantee it. They might not look like you or your preconceived notion of what your tribe should look like but they are there and they are quite possibly awesome.
Let me know when you find them xx
PS love you Old Spice, On Target and all you other westie randoms that make our club so rad x
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