Friend, our existence is full of rules – all the shoulds – that never ending list of things that we’re supposed to do, or be, or have.
Gradually it begins to make us feel inadequate and lost. As though we’re wading into a pool teaming with razor sharp claws hell-bent on ripping us apart, pulling off all the hopes and dreams, the things seen as insubstantial, thus leaving us feeling small.
Everyone has their own story. The true human experience is full of sorrow, joy, and the boring bits in between. Omit one and you cheat yourself from being made.
Speak what you want into existence.
Establish and maintain your boundaries with vigilance.
It is no ones responsibility but our own to declare what it is we want, and to maintain those boundaries. It is our job, our most important one, to take care of ourselves.
*Trigger Warning*
Friend, I am going to talk to you about something that is hard. I want to shirk from this, but know that the hard things need to be discussed.
Friend, at some point in time we are taught to care what others think of us. Do you remember your silly childhood antics? The way you would play without care or constraint? I do. I have fond memories of rollerskating up and down my driveway with the lyrics of Milli Vanilli’s ‘Blame it on the…
We can allow ourselves to be put on layaway every time we accept the smaller payments, or the crumbs, with the hope that eventually there will be some sort of pay off for your patience, love, kindness and understanding.
So often, friend, we find ourselves as women doing one of two things. We elevate. We look at the woman next to us and wish that we looked like her, or that we had the things that she does, or we desire to live the life she’s leading. We look at this woman and feel…
