Isn’t it something? I happen to know a LOT of COOL Chicks.
The coolest of cool, if you ask me. I am very lucky that way.
I decided to write about all of this because I have been thinking about someone I met at my sister’s wedding in Montana. I really only had the pleasure of hanging out with her for a few days… during the festivities. This woman is so very kind, classy, smart, funny… and full of moxy. You can see it in her eyes. Yes, she is one of the coolest chicks I’ve ever met. Her name is Ellie. I wished I lived closer to where she does. I would like to spend more time with her. But at the same time… I am very glad to have met her.
And all of THAT….. then led me to THIS…… …. ..The cool chicks in my life come in many ages, shapes, styles, and sizes…. and our relationships vary from one to the next.
The coolest chick I know is, of course, that person nearest and dearest to my heart, my best friend, my confidant. The one who saved my life and knows me better than I know myself. My biggest fan, and my most honest sounding board. What a gem. A diamond. The Hope Diamond. A VERY Cool Chick indeed.
There are the coooooolios that I have known, for what feels like… my entire life. We go way, way, way back… as they say. Thick as thieves…..we are. That is a good thing…. it means good and true friends who hold no secrets between them. Yep. Cool Chicks.
Then there is the range of the coolest chickadees that I’ve recently met in life. These friends have turned out to be purer than gold. And shinier too. I know a bunch with huge hearts… some of them with hearts so big I don’t know how they stand up straight. But they do. They stand up very straight and strong.
Some cooly chicks I know merely from afar. We may have been childhood friends, or even passing acquaintances. But here we are now. New-Day-Digital-Pen-Pals. Social Networks and Airways. Some are smart, or funny, or creative, or strong. Others are brave. Very brave. Some have it all rolled into one. Again…. you guessed it. Cool Chicks.
Yes… most of those incredible women in my life are real tough birds….. they are. Armor-Strong on the outside. Powder-Puff-Soft on the inside.
I am thankful for each and every one of them. They make my life special…. and good.
So to all the Cool Chicks I know…. THANKS. I mean it. A lot.
So I couldn’t end this without asking the age old question…..
Why did the chicken cross the road? To prove to the possum that it could be done !
And finally… Being a Cool Chick is different from being a Chicken.
Mostly… because….. Cool Chicks keep on trying.
“How long should you try? Until.” – J. Rohn