Popcorn and Red Wine
So…every woman has experienced this moment…well, probably before they were 55…
whatever…lots of dot, dot, dots…fill most of my texts and posts.
This is a “needs no explanation” post. Right???
struggle
Pride…hahahahahaha
Pride cometh before a fall. So they say. Perhaps it’s true. Because before I fall, I must strip myself of pride in order to survive and thrive.
That’s all.
I Quit!
Fear of failure is the perpetrator of not quitting.
My entire life I have “not quit” anything. ever.
And, in my business life, and for most of my married life, that was the right choice.
But, there comes a time when it becomes necessary to allow yourself to just quit. To say, I’m done. Fearlessly, and with conviction.
And, in that ability to choose “quitting”, comes the success of that particular destination…
Word….
Quitting People…
I just don’t know why it’s so hard to quit my people. I have always believed it was loyalty, but now I wonder if it’s because it’s just easier to stay. I like things to be in their place so I can do all the rest of my stuff without complication. I am not lazy. I love my people. But sometimes it’s just time to quit.
authenticity
“Let’s get real”
“For real?”
“Really?”
“The REAL DEAL”
I have always believed in authenticity, and yet I find myself full of angst as I struggle to determine my authentic self. Who am I? Can I be two people?
“Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity”…Coco Chanel
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