Gratitude journal: Separated at birth

I was sitting beside my teammate and friend in a meeting today when a colleague looked over at us and said, “You two are the same person.”

She was right. My teammate often describe our relationship in brotherly-sisterly terms, but in truth, that isn’t accurate. Brothers and sisters tend to fight, compete or at least occasionally annoy one another.

We don’t do any of these things.

We are more like shockingly copacetic identical twins separated at birth and rejoined years later in the halls of our school. We’ve reach the point that communication can be conducted primarily through a grin, a glance, or a movement of the eyes.

Tonight I am grateful to have her as a colleague, teammate and friend.