They are all good friends and lead relatively happy lives.

But

They all feel that something is missing.

One day, it dawns on you. What these people are missing is you—they are waiting for you to show up.

If you could just find them, you would all become the greatest evolutions of yourselves.

Your lives would all be more vibrant and powerful.

They are your tribe, and you have to look for them.

 Except you don’t know if they actually exist, you just have a feeling that they are out there.

And everybody tells you not to make life decisions based on a feeling.

But, you know you have to go searching for them.

If you don’t, the not knowing will eat you up inside.

I’m on a journey to find my tribe even though I don’t know where they are or if they are real.

My journals are about who I meet and what I learn along the way.

Who knows, one day, I might just find my tribe and a place to call home.