I have Breakfast Club every Thursday morning. We gather in the back corner of a restaurant near Rockefeller Center, and spill the details of our weeks over cups of coffee.
It's the perfect place to fall apart. It's also the perfect place to be built up.
I'm so, so thankful for these friends who let me be messy and vulnerable, without judgment. And so, so thankful for their wise reflections and encouragement.
Also, they are flippin' hilarious.
I'm a lucky girl.