Soul Sisters….

Soul Sisters Tears wield up as I read Lynn’s latest blog entry “Lynn’s Pity Party” at She is so candid and vulnerable as she describes her emotions in such detail. As I read through her story, I felt her pain; hurt, frustration, anger and fears as if I was in her shoes.

Lynn is someone who I call my Soul Siter. Souls Sisters aren’t jealous of your accomplishments, as they are the first ones to acknowledge, congratulate and encourage you to keep up the good work and push you to set your goals even higher. They don’t care what size you are, what colour your skin is or how big or small your bank account is – they accept you for you. They aren’t interested in competing against you because they want only the best for you in every way and besides they’re too busy chasing after their own dreams. They genuinely care about your well being and want you to be successful in everything you do. Most of all, they aren’t judgmental because they recognize their own flaws and insecurities and therefore empathize with the people around them.

I’ve known Lynn since grade school but really didn’t hang in the same social circles – just basically knew each other in passing. I remember how impressed I was with her when she used to do the morning announcements in high school. Singing her little jiggles trying to sell the school calendars. She had a way of getting our attention as the classes used to roar with laughter. Even then, she always came across as being fearless.

I ran into Lynn at our 20th school reunion a few years back. She did a PowerPoint presentation about the 70’s and 80’s – hilarious and very impressive. It was nice seeing that her humour was still in tack. We got talking about our lives and come to find out that we both recently left careers to start our own businesses. We talked about how nerve wrecking it was to actually walk away from well-paying security to venture into the unknown. It was nice connecting with someone who was feeling the same way as I was – as we were both making such personal and professional changes in order to pursue our passion.

I met up with Lynn again this past June at our friend Lina’s wedding in Toronto. She was her funny self but I did notice a bit of shift in her disposition. She didn’t have that spunkiness about her this time as I come to find out that she was worried about her health and was feeling very down about her weight. She was impressed to hear that I was training for an upcoming triathlon and told me how she always admired tri-athletes and would love be able to do something similar. I knew that she was an avid swimmer and ran a 10k race a few years back and told her that she didn’t have to be a size six to complete in a triathlon as it is all about “personal best”.

A few weeks later she emailed me and said that I inspired her to train for a triathlon. I’m flattered that she says this but what I really did was justify why she should and could do it and gave her my support and encouragement. She is now well on her way to getting herself prepared to compete in a mini-triathlon for summer 2009.
I will be there waiting, as my soul sister crosses the finish line…

women are never stronger than when they arm themselves with their weaknesses