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The Power of Girl Time


Happiness, Perspective, Laughter,

There is nothing better then girl time when our head is doing overlaps for all those love troubles in our life or when were stressed about overreacting, feeling low. To have our girls around often has the power to remind us of what is truly important; Our own happiness, not giving up our days for things that cause else and that we are incredible just they way we are !

It is like getting our light-bulb ignited often with that extra clarity giving advice, knowing that we are not the only one in those shoes, that empowers, opens up our hearts and minds and makes us realize things like; 

- Let us not allow those boys use us as doormats, We deserve the absolute best !

- And even in situations where they never meant too, (but how can we know ?!)  and were the ones over-analyzing it, [stressing due to confusion, doing our own conclusions, worrying were the reason, feeling low and then worrying of seeming crazy in their eyes due to all the stressing analysation.]
With the help of our girls, We are reminded to take a breather, to accept ourselves; what has been done cant be changed, all I can do is look forward,

Our lives should be filled with laughter, not a circle of constant anxiety,

Even as it is time to go, leave our girl group for a while and live our individual lives, It is like that feeling of that time, the value you can feel and see in it, and the things that were said; all those wise words put together by these beautiful minds,  it follows with us like a mantra. A mantra that can only be put together by girls who lived through mistakes and learned to see the clearing.

So let us hear it for the Power of Girl Time and the amazing girls in our lives that make it a reality, you are always and truly golden. 

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