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I'm Kendra, and I'm here to help you be a genius about the things that matter and lazy about the things that don't. Welcome to your people.

For When You Feel Like Everyone Else Has Friends

For When You Feel Like Everyone Else Has Friends

Do you ever feel like you're the only person who doesn't have a lot of friends?

I know women who go on annual trips with a slew of college girlfriends. I know families who take vacations with other friend-families. I have girlfriends who could talk on the phone to dozens of pals for hours and love it.

Who are these wizards with their scores of friends and their socially exuberant lives?! Everyone else seems to be doing friendship the right way while I don't mind when people cancel our plans because it means I don't have to put on pants. 

But then my people gather together in one room to celebrate me and my baby, and I'm floored. It is an embarrassment of riches. All of my internal dialogue about not having a lot of friends or about being the kind of person people don't like because I say stupid things fades into oblivion, like Nick Lachey's career. I mean, I introduced one of my friends as "my coolest friend" IN FRONT OF ALL MY OTHER FRIENDS. My foot is still in my mouth on that one. But they know me and love me because I've chosen to be myself despite being messy and selfish and stupid. That's how you find your people. 

If you ever feel like you're the only one who doesn't party the way everyone else does, that your social life is on par with that of Oscar the Grouch in your pail that fits only one, I want to encourage you that you have more friends than you think. It's just that maybe you haven't had them all in one place before, so it seems like you're the odd man out. 

You have friends. You have people. The number doesn't matter; it's the depth you'll be grateful for. So when it feels like you're alone, remember their faces, send a quick text, and celebrate the fact that you get to do life with people that love you, no matter how many or how often you put on pants to see each other. 

P.S. We had a fantastic baby shower, and there wasn't a game or icebreaker or diaper full of melted chocolate to be found. AMEN.

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