"10 ways to make friends at midlife."

This is just one of many article headlines I find when I search “how to make friends at midlife.” I’ve done this exact search more times than I’d like to admit. And I know I’m not going to find what I’m looking for.

But I still hope it will be different this time because I just want to not feel this way anymore. 

The solution isn’t in an article or a book.

There’s nothing I haven’t read before when it comes to advice on making friends.

While I don’t find the solution I'm looking for, someone else’s words can be a balm for my pain. Because there's some relief in knowing you’re not the only one feeling this way. And that's why I keep doing the same search over and over - to feel “normal.” 

I want a move-a-body friend.

“You need at least one friend who will help you move a body. No judgment. There in a second. No explanation.” - Brené Brown

I feel the need to let you know that I have friends. But after reading innumerable threads and comments, I know that many people don’t have friends. I don’t take for granted how lucky I am to have the friendships I have. 

Still, I would trade these lovely but not-so-deep friendships for that one move-a-body friend.

What's wrong with me?

My mind tells me that it means I’m not good enough to have that friend.

And I’m sure that is what’s happening in many minds all over the world. I know this and I have proof. Yesterday, I came across a woman who calls herself a friendship coach. Her business is doing really well. There is a need. There is a market. 

I’m not looking for advice here. Believe me I’ve read it and tried a lot of it. I’m hoping that putting this out there can be a bit of balm for your pain today. I get it.