Journey into the beautiful

I thought I always been part of a tribe. Aside from my family, I really thought I had a tribe...especially at church--the reason for our common ground, the beliefs that allowed us to belong. However, as I begin my personal journey of building my own tribe, I'm learning I was never part of a tribe. When you get  married, move out, leave for training school, or leave your home Corps and division--your tribe can all but disappear. Of course, this also happens in just plain real life. Building is not as easy. Making friends is not for the faint of heart! After all, it's a lot like dating. Getting the guts up to say "Would you want to do coffee some time?" can give me a heart attack and make me want to puke. And really, who want to regress to high school? And yet, it's vital that we have a tribe of friends we can do life...real connection. In my personal journey to find my tribe these few thoughts keep coming to mind: To be able to talk unapologetic