I rose up, and you can too. [ Sent from the future to ensure it's female ]
I rose up, and you can too. [ Sent from the future to ensure it's female ]
It’s a thought that keeps me up at night sometimes, in between my crazy, vivid dreams (I have an active imagination, what can I say…) Anyone can tell you…”it’s not worth the fight” You can tell a battered, bruised, abused child that they will never amount to anything and will probably have a hard life. …
We all hear about people’s transformations. Their huge life change. Their inner growth. “Transformation” is a borderline buzz word now, and it’s starting to get drowned out by a sea of self help gurus. But there’s a dirty truth about transformation. IT’S ACTUALLY DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE. Different schedule. Different execution. Different. Sucks right? As life …
Like many high-performing, badass women, I “ain’t got time” for most things. Close-mindedness Slow walkers Fuckboys The patriarchy Your bullshit But sometimes…I even don’t have time to emote. I can feel tears welling or an old wound reopened, but everyone now and again…I save it for later. Like a bag of M&Ms that takes me a …
In light (or dark, depending on how you look at it), of a teen Parkland Shooting survivor dying from suicide last weekend…I feel the need to bring up a pretty important topic. CHECK ON YOUR STRONG FRIEND. Do it now. Do it tomorrow. Do it often. For they carry the weight of the world most …
Let’s admit it. We all want the movie montage. To the next big thing. Personal milestones like: The dream job. The finished project. The Instagram following (woof). Or even lifetime milestones we feel pressure about: Meeting the perfect partner. The wedding. The kids? (and not everyone wants that, btw) Sometimes it’s to skip ahead to …
“Behind every great woman, there is a friend re-reading her email to make sure it sounds professional.” This is a post/tweet/meme I’ve seen circulating for years now. And it’s true. As women, we scrutinize and analyze our communications in the workplace to ensure they are devoid of emotion. We take out expletives when we’re writing …
You walk into a room. A party. A restaurant. And you read it. You see the writing on the wall. The forest from the trees. You can sense if the mood is good. If it’s sour. If someone is holding back tears. And then you calibrate. Like a machine going into overdrive, your empathic brain …
I’ve just finished the in-flight crossword. I typically finish it by the time we’ve reached a cruising altitude – it’s the first thing I do on every flight. This being at least the 12th plane I’ve been on this year, I’ve started to notice the things I do every time. Mini rituals that make flying …
My stress, oh my stress, she tries to strangle me from inside. See she’s got a tight grip on me, and pulls in closer the more anxious I get. She chokes my voice back with her coarse, grating hands – closing my throat so I can’t speak my peace or call for help. She tightens …
Gosh, are we hard on women. And not just in the depressing way we’re talking about it in the news these days – where people (and entire political parties, apparently) might actually believe women, they just plain don’t care. And, no, not even in the way we pay women less. Or victim blame. Or slut …