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Wharton Wednesdays: the Future

Guest Blog Series written by my dear friend, an epic graphic designer and a rad chic in my life book,  Caitlin Wharton.  Featured every Wednesday in September for Wharton Wednesdays!  Read on and enjoy about a girl on her quest to find her tribe:

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It’s been twenty-six days since my girl-seeking-tribe adventure started.

I opened my email last Thursday and snuggled up to my laptop with my morning coffee to my email from the Universe (if you don’t already subscribe, do it now, do it now, do it now!). It told me the following:

Until everyone believes in their own ability to say exactly the right thing, at exactly the right time, to exactly the right person, then allow me:

 Caitlin, everyone wants to be your friend. 

Everyone.



You’re just cool. 

    
The Universe

Oh, Universe, you get me every time!  I nearly died, of course, having read that note.

In put myself back together, I’m reminded of all the messages from the Universe that we experience on a day-to-day basis.  The reality is not that we are weak and dream of becoming strong or alone and dream of having friends.  But more so that we are already strong and among friends.  Yes, at times, we dream that we’re not.  Which is just silly.  And as I’m reflecting on the past month, I’m trying to piece together exactly the right thing at exactly the right time to exactly the right people to share with you on my final blog post … and, in a heart-y conclusion sort of way,  the truth is: there is nothing to conclude.

My fun guest series of Wharton Wednesdays on the Adventures For Life blog may be over, for now;  but my tribe, the future belongs to us!

ALOHA!

Caitlin’s Tribe.
NOTE: Elk Horn Mouthpiece NOT Necessary

Wharton Wednesdays: The Misconception about Friend-Dating

Guest Blog Series written by my dear friend, an epic graphic designer and a rad chic in my life book,  Caitlin Wharton.  Featured every Wednesday for Wharton Wednesdays!  Read on and enjoy about a girl on her quest to find her tribe:

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Wednesday already?

After last week’s kick in the ass gentle reminder, I launched my patoot deep into the friend scene.

Week 2 approach: Ballsy Nightclub-esque Pick Up Lines

If best-friend searching was a dating game, then my friends, I am a bachelor on the prowl. I polish up my whitest-laced Chuck Taylors and flip through a thesaurus before launching into pick up lines in the most no bullsh*tty kind of way.

Hey Brian, I’d love to teach you about typefaces… your place or mine?

Tess. We must hang out. Immediately. (well, like soon. I think you’re really exceptionally awesome)

Steph – let’s beat the heat and search for beets or treats at the Farmer’s Market! Neat! (ok that one didn’t go down exactly like that… but close).

I even brought it home with a group invite for a badass night of crafting mayhem.  Let’s see what these new friends are really made of.

And guess what happened.

They.

All.

Said.

Yes.

I Farmer’s Marketed with Steph, I birthday partied with Dana, I MainStreet toodle-d with Jess, I wined and dined with Jess + Allison + Chad  + Josh, I lunched with Laura, I chatted fabrics with Wendy and I popped bubbly and geeked out on typefaces with Brian.  If there were more than seven days in a week, I’d have done even more.

Verdict

Friend-dating truthbomb #3
There’s a misconception about friend-dating and for some weird reason, nobody ever outright tosses cheesy one-liners. WHY NOT?  With the right charm (and badass knitting invitations)… it works. Like a freaking dream.

Here’s to another week of yoga dates, trail runs, gluten-free beers and throwing paint.

Tribe, you are looking mighty, mighty fine.

Your place, or mine?