I was telling my snis how wonderful my time was in Arizona and that such a huge part of it (beyond a break from real life aka responsibilities) was that I was with fabulous people who accept me exactly as I am and never make me second guess myself, and in doing so, give me space to be the best version of myself – happy/cheerful, confident, kind, giving, energetic, easy-going, etc.

It’s such a gift to spend a significant chunk of time with people like that. It revitalized me. It brings me back to me. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel like I am part of a community. It leaves me with nothing but good feelings (okay, and sadness it’s over).

These aren’t my only friends (or family!) who 100% accept me as me – it’s just special that I got to be with them for so long, without any interruptions. I definitely feel this way when I spend shorter amounts of time with other friends and family.

And… on the flip side of the coin, there are people I can’t be 100% me around, and I hate it. I hate having to think about what I say and do. I hate wondering “should I have said that?” or ” are they treating me this way because I did something?” Ugh. Less of that, please.

The good news is, the older I get, the more immediately I recognize the relationships where I can be me, and I absolutely cherish them (and try to avoid the other ones as much as possible)!