You need the ones who will happily spend three hours talking about relationships, purpose, money, sex, nervous systems, spirituality, the thing your body has been doing lately, whether that was your intuition or your abandonment wound talking, and why the f you keep having the same argument with your mother at 47 years old.
The women who want to go there.
Women who can sit beside you when your life is falling apart without immediately trying to fix it and lose their minds celebrating you when everything you've been working toward finally happens.
Women you don't have to make yourself smaller around because you're afraid your ambition will be “too much.”
Women who don't need you to pretend you're fine when you're very much not fucking fine.
Women who will take the last-minute trip. Come over in sweatpants. Dance with you in the bathroom stall. Send the eleven-minute voice note. Ask the question underneath the question.
Women who are doing their own work, building lives they actually want to live and genuinely want to see you build yours, too.