Let’s set the scene for a quick minute, flash back to August.
At training camp for the World Race, they put 7 unlike women together on a team. We felt like the left overs, a band of misfits thrown together. We didn’t know how to communicate with one another, and we most definitely didn’t choose each other. We struggle to be friends, we went out in Gainesville one night to “make a memory” it was uncomfortably awkward. I’m sure we all went home an told our moms, “there’s no way I’m gonna make it with these people”
Month one in India was forced friendship, we were forced to be friends with team times. Where we would spend an hour giving feedback and getting to know one another. It was almost like we were set up for failure. It was all squad month so there were 60 other people to distract us from really digging deep.
The next couple of months we had the option to choose each other or not. We didn’t always choose each other. We actually fought, we laughed, we cried, we laughed so hard we cried. We started to become connected in ways we never expected. We danced to Fitness Marshall, we stay up to wee hours talking about our lives and how life is so different than we expected, joked about what our husbands will be like one day, did ministry of all kinds together, played in oceans, eat more meals that I can remember together, had coffee dates together, had to give hard feedback.
However, it wasn’t always easy.
Something changed from month one to month six, somewhere it stopped feeling forced and stared feeling like we were choosing each other. We were a family of misfits, we don’t flow together. Heck some days we don’t even get along, and other days we can’t picture life with out them. I like to say we loved to love each other, but we also loved to hate each other.
Okay, okay, I know that sound awful. But we know how deep our love runs, you can be mad and push each other’s buttons and they’re still gonna love you.
Band of misfits, we were the “left overs” the ones we thought no one wanted. We turned ourselves into a power house of a team, that genuinely loves each other, and we just get one another in ways that people just don’t.
Today, my little band of misfits six months of becoming best friends and family are now on our way to team changes. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I do know this it can’t be as bad as I think. If that group of 7 Women can become family and do all the things we have. I can do anything I want, everything is possible. I’m in Africa with people I love, and I wouldn’t of believed that six months ago.
Love you guys! Thanks for the past six months, it’s been too real! You all hold a special place in my heart, but you all already know that.
Keep it real Team Eden, I’ll catch ya on the flip side!
-TaylorB
