At 57 I'm suddenly part of a gang

I've never been in a gang before

I’m 57 (for a couple more weeks) and for the first time in my life I seem to be part of a gang. Sort of. It’s a WhatsApp gang, but that still counts right? A place where you can go if you’re feeling lonely or just want a chat or need enabling in your procrastination. (Yes, that again.) Where someone is almost always there to waste a few minutes or share their wisdom, to offer reassurance or seek yours. As a friend of mine’s granny used to say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, come and sit next to me.” I’ve found my people.

That truly is a paragraph I never thought I’d write. I’ve always been a bit leary of gangs, or more specifically girl gangs. Large groups of women or girls (by which I mean more than three), intimidate me. They always have.