There are friends and then there are friends

I've never considered myself an overly social person. I've had plenty of friends over the years, but only a few I would call truly close. 

There was always someone I could reach out to, yet I often felt like I needed a good reason to call—and if I couldn't find one, I'd put it off for another day. 

The party scene was never really my thing. Sure, I can handle my alcohol, but it just didn’t appeal to me. Or, as my kids might say, "It wasn’t my favorite." 

Over time, though, I’ve been lucky enough to meet "my people"—those rare, special individuals who make you feel completely at ease just by being themselves. They’re the ones who feel like home, no matter where you are. 

A few weeks back as I walked to the back of my trailer with my bong in hand, hoping for a quick toke before heading to the barn for morning crafts with the girls, I glanced over and spotted my new neighbor. She was about to light up a fat joint, and in that moment, I felt it—that instant, undeniable connection you get when you meet one of your people. 

Now, two weeks later, here I am: stoned on the beach with a woman who’s real, hilarious, and always down to share a good high. Life feels lighter with someone like her around.