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…
There's a particular thought inside of me that is strong beyond measure. It hits me like hunger pangs from time to time, sometimes when I'm not even expecting it. I can feel it coming when I'm being truly authentic, out in the world, acting silly and capricious...and honestly, just acting like my damn self. I…
I *manifested* this shit. Not all that long ago, I dreamt of a day when I sat in my own apartment in the big city (or at least Chicago is the big city for those of us in the Midwest). When I had a high-energy job, when I was a manager of a team, when…
Everyone these days claims to be an "extroverted introvert," or "introverted extrovert," or whatever means that you are both sociable and not at the same time. Whatever translates to the fact that you can equally enjoy being out for Taco Tuesday and margs with friends AND being wrapped in a blanket burrito at home on…
I knew going in...it would be interesting. Possibly wonderful. Probably disastrous. Either way, I knew it would be exciting. Nerve-racking. Different. I try to make sure to do new things when I can. Things that scare me. Branch out beyond my bubble. And for a millennial, addicted to my smartphone and used to swiping occasionally on…
Mid-way through a clean snap of tail from body, the spicy, garlicky juice of a freshly-boiled crawfish squirted directly in my eyeball. That's the risk that comes with attending a free-for-all, crawfish boil at 10pm on a Sunday night. But I happily rinsed out my eye in the bathroom and came back for more. My lips…
