The people I want to call my favorites don’t exist—at least, not in my world yet. Sometimes I meet them in the pages of the stories I craft, but what I really want is for them to exist. I picture this magnetic network: writers, dreamers, innovators, all riffing off each other’s energy. Maybe it’s not even a big network—maybe it’s just five genuine friends, sprawled on a couch, laughing about nothing and everything.
What matters is the vibe! 🥳 We’d show up for one another, open doors for each other, make room for everyone to shine. A crew of creators who actually give and take. That idea lights my fire. Does a group like this exist? If you know one, point me in their direction. Those are the ones I’d want to give my best hours to—the ones I’d want to meet for coffee, just to find out what makes them tick.
I imagine us as a magnificent mix of listeners and thinkers. We never hoard ideas—we toss them around, swap stories, and blurt out puns on purpose. If I were a little braver, I’d seek those people out. I’d chase them down for their time, their friendship, their perspectives. I’d follow them anywhere, and hope they’d follow me back. That’s the kind of community I crave. A place where everyone gets to win! 🏆
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