Maybe it is because September is finally upon us and summer is slowing abandoning us for her sabbatical, maybe because I’ve been without my best friend for five weeks, or maybe it is because Kanye West announced he wants to be POTUS and I just can’t stop thinking about moving to New Zealand or London or Africa or anywhere that would be better than President and First Lady Kimye…for any of these reasons, or maybe others, it has been slow and hard and one of those weeks where I’ve just felt small.
“It wasn’t until I heard that…speech about self-doubt that it struck me: the real issue wasn’t that I felt like a fraud, but that I could feel something deeply and profoundly and be completely wrong.” – Sheryl Sandberg, Lean In I’ve tried really hard not to write about singleness. I don’t want to be one […]
As I begin to dream and have big hopes for my life, I find myself constantly comparing myself to those who have either reached those dreams or are next to me in the “race” towards those hopes and dreams. And I struggle. I’ll be honest – I sometimes hope for their downfall. I compose mental lists of why I’m better than them, or, more often, why they are better than me.
this life's blessings 