THE JOURNAL
Why a Sisterhood Is So Important
And why you need one...
I just turned 40, and I took the kind of trip that changes you.
Not in a ‘finding myself’ kind of way—more in a holy shit, this is what my soul has been starving for, and I didn’t even know it kind of way.
Eight of my best girlfriends. A tropical island. No husbands. No kids. No work. Just us.
We talked. We cried. We snorkelled. We ate. We drank tequila and sat in gratitude circles. We laughed so hard we wheezed and maybe peed a little. Then we cried till we laughed again.
And in the middle of it all, I had this realisation:
This. This is everything.
My husband is not my best friend - and I don't want him to be.
Unpopular opinion? Probably. But I don’t need—or want—my husband to be my best friend. Nor should you. No man can match up to a female level of friendship. I just don’t think they are wired that way. Shoot me. But it's true.
I have my ride-or-die girls for that. The ones who know me beyond ‘wife,’ ‘mum,’ and ‘business owner.’ The ones who show up, no questions asked, and never make me doubt my worth. The real ones. The ones who’ve seen me at my messiest, ugliest, and most brutally honest—and love me harder for it. Because female friendship? It’s a whole different kind of loyalty.
Here’s the truth:
There is nothing like undisturbed girlfriend time. No interruptions. No responsibilities. No ‘hold on, I just have to...’ No MUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM. Just presence. Deep, raw, unfiltered presence.
And here’s what really hit me:
Are there women out there who don’t have this? Who don’t even know how much they need it?
That thought gutted me. Because now that I know what this feels like, I can’t go back to life without it.
So let's change that...
I’m done with the ‘we should catch up soon’ that never happens. I’m done pretending women don’t need this kind of bond. And I’m so done with us putting everyone and everything ahead of our own happiness.
So I’m putting a random thought out into the universe and seeing if it lands. And if it doesn’t? Then at least this journal might inspire one of you to book a trip with your besties.
But here’s my wild idea:
A Gathered Collab Detreat—the opposite of a health retreat.
Yeah, you can work out if you want. But you can also eat, drink, dance, talk all night, and belly laugh until you maybe pee (no shame, it happens). This isn’t about ‘fixing’ yourself. It’s about filling yourself up.
Because you don’t need a million friends. You just need the right ones.
And if this is hitting you deep—if you’re sitting there thinking God, I need this—then you already know.
So let’s do it.
I live in Bali. I know all the places. Should I plan something?
Hit reply. Tell me if you’re in. Let’s make this happen.
Because life’s too short to go without your people. 💛
PS - There will be Goodie Bags
