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 …
Despite listening to T-Swift’s hit an embarrassing number of times, and knowing that the haters are indeed going to hate…there’s this feeling that I, against my best efforts, keep thinking about…and I have yet to shake it off. It creeps up in me before I think about inviting a friend over. It bubbles up as …
No, that’s not sarcasm. I actually mean it. Hence the 2 exclamation points. (One felt flat) I was rejected this week. And I’m feeling good about it. Here’s what went down: I submitted a piece of writing to a fairly well-known publisher of articles on the interwebs. I worked up the courage over the last week …