Anybody remember this post? Yeah, me neither. Apparently, I wrote it in mid-October of last year and then promptly forgot about it. Which is weird, right? I had what I felt was a real spiritual encounter, a full-on revelation from God. I’d assumed that such a mind-blowing declaration of sobering truth would be accompanied by thunder and lightning and the appearance
Don’t bring me flowers, I’ll buy my own (or, how fart-scented flowers and Lucille Ball completely altered my perspective).
Short on time? Listen on-the-go: Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world. -Lucille Ball Last night, I received a text from one of my ride-or-die besties: I feel like the flowers I got this time smell like farts (crying emoji). She also sent a photo of
The 6th and final post in the “Self-Annoyed: Solopreneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. A year ago, I would have labeled this experiment a failure. As per usual, I set out with grand ambitions to create a new and groundbreaking work. In one year’s time, my exploration
My last post broke from the topic of work and business-building and, instead, grappled with the difficulty of facing up to failure and regret as it pertains to everyday life and the goals that we set for ourselves; more specifically, it dealt with the fact that my husband and I called it quits on our year abroad, because, apparently, international