It rings a little alarm bell in your mind. It makes you tilt your head. You can’t put a finger on it… but something’s not right. Something doesn’t make sense.
I came to a realization earlier this week. These expectations. Where did they come from? They were mine. I'm a perfectionist. And I put the unrealistic, backbreaking standards on myself.
I recently got a message asking for packing advice for a 2-week trip through western Europe. Since my friend's itinerary is not unlike my 4-week trip last August, I figured I could draw on my own experiences to help out a pal in need!
Having the courage to reveal your flaws, voice your fears, and speak your truth is actually attractive. So why aren't more people vulnerable?
I recently returned from a 7-day mother-daughter trip to Hawaii. My mom and I had a wonderful time and I love her dearly, but this trip didn't come without challenges.
If I can’t imagine a future with someone within the first few dates, I probably never will. And then it's sayonara.
I prepped for the future. I made major, life-changing decisions based on my plan. And I was constantly disappointed when what I expected didn’t come to be.