5 Things Every Girls’ Week Needs

Recently, I was blessed to go on a Girl’s Week with my cousins Jess and Ella and some of our friends. We went were we relax best, The Resting Place. Every one of us needed the week for one reason or another. For me, it was for reflection and trying to find some peace with some things I’ve been struggling with. While I may have seemed somewhat absent during the time away, even to those I was there with, I had an amazing time and took away five things (I think) every girls’ week needs.

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1. Laughs. There were laughs about oh, so many things. Whether it was asking a telemarketer, “Does your mother know you do this?”, sharing inside jokes (“fun suckers”), interacting with local authorities, getting carded, or laughing at Story Cube tales, every single laugh was absolutely needed.

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Jess and Ella sharing a laugh.

2. A token to hide. This “Green Guy” was a toy we found in the house and decided to hide him randomly throughout the week. There were only two rules. If you found him, you had to take his picture and then re-hide him. “Green Guy” really got around. He lived in our trail mix bar, the coffee basket, hung from lights, checked out seashells, and even flew out of my yoga mat and across the studio floor. I highly suggest finding something random and fun to hide and seek during your girls’ week.

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“Green Man” hiding in my favorite coffee mug.

 

3. Diversity. We were not all related, nor did we all know each other to start the week. We were not all the same age or generation. Our skin colors were all different. Our jobs and lives were quite different. We came from five different states (although we all did have a connection to Pennsylvania). We all liked to do different things (some of us ran, some did yoga, some drank coffee, others wine). Although diverse, we all fit together like a beautiful puzzle (bonus thing every girls’ week needs).

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We each decorated puzzle pieces then put it all together.

 

4. Food. I think at first some of the ladies were skeptical when I brought up the “Queen of the Kitchen” idea, but in the end, I think it worked beautifully. We had a week, and eight amazing cooks. In order to allow for travel and enjoyment of some of Myrtle Beach’s restaurants, we opted to pair up with a friend and cook a meal together. The food was awesome. There was a glorious Sunday chicken meal, pork, ham, pizza and a Mexican wrap/bowl bar. Desserts and delicious breakfasts. A trail mix bar with our favorite mix-ins. Each ladies’ choice of coffee, pops (or sodas or Cokes?), and a ‘lil bit of indulgence too. We made it a point to gather for dinner each night, sometimes by candlelight, and just enjoy the food and company.

Enjoying one of the amazing meals.

5. Tradition. I am not one to jump on the “let’s do it this time because we did it last time” bandwagon, but truth be told, there really are some great things that we took away from other trips and will take away from this trip to become tradition going forward. Like the Favorite Things Party, where we each brought “one” of our favorite things to give to everyone else – I broke the rules and brought three things.

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I hope we will be like this group of ladies!

I am so thankful to have been blessed with this group of ladies who I can call friends. Every girl needs friends like mine to enjoy a week like ours with.

If you’ve had a girls’ week (or weekend or night), share your favorite parts in the comments below.

Where I Connect

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This post is brought to you by the NaBloPoMo July prompts from BlogHer. This month, I am writing about connections. 

Today’s Prompt: Where is your favorite place to connect with friends?

I have a sacred place, do you? My sacred place has always been Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. And before any of you Myrtle Manor haters start laughing at me, just listen. (Because I’ll get to where my favorite place is to connect with friends, and it’s related.)

Myrtle Beach is the place where:

  • My best friend Wendy went for her Make-A-Wish trip, a place she and I always talked about visiting…and then I couldn’t go because I was in the musical that was opening at  the same time as that trip.
  • My grandparents lived for 20 years, moving there right after I was born.
  • My mom taught me about family fights and how we really do love each other even if we don’t see eye to eye. I’ll always remember the time that we were in town (without my dad, he was working)  for about a day and then had to leave almost immediately–mom drove all night back to PA, alone and with two kids with sunburns all because she was standing up for something she believes in (GO MOM). Or the time that Dad drove us up and down 17, all the way to North Carolina and down to Litchfield, not one of us talking until one of us (probably Mom) broke and we all cried and apologized…way to be teenagers. Or the time we walked Huntington Beach up and down, again because Jack and I were being bratty teens. Mom’s strength and love for my Dad and our family always showed.
  • My first adult jobs were–Call Center Training Manager, Interior Design Assistant, and Teacher.
  • My finger was broken, my body and brain scarred by someone I thought I was in love with, lessons were learned.
  • My daughter was born, healing my shattered, broken heart.
  • My husband and I met and fell in love.
  • My in-laws live, where they raised the love of my life.
  • My friends and I retreat every year, bringing our busy lives back to moments of sanity.

Now that you’ve let me pour my heart out, it’s time to talk about the place where go to connect, a beach house south of Myrtle in North Litchfield, The Resting Place.

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Come, have a sip of your favorite coffee and see why I love it, and why my friends and I come here year after year to connect with each other, with ourselves, and with the ocean.

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Some of us come to scrapbook or paper craft. I come to take over a closet and set lofty goals for myself. I have to drive because I bring so much stuff, and I bring most of it back (because I spend most of my budget while there on supplies from A.C. Moore and boutique scrap shops).

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There’s amazing food, and we all pitch in. A bottle or two of wine just might be enjoyed, too.

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We’ve picked up yoga. There have always been beach walks and finding souvenirs, or in the case of Chuck a friend we had to send back to the ocean (and then he became my tattoo).

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This year, we added a painting class, and I got to connect with a dear friend, too.

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I love this place, I love these ladies, and I cannot wait to get back there. September, you cannot come soon enough. (BTW, want to see what we are up to this year? Check out our Pinterest board.)

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