I rose up, and you can too. [ Sent from the future to ensure it's female ]
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…
