I spent much of my late 20s and early 30s trying to lock down all the things I thought I was supposed to have (and society expected me to have) "by the time I was 30.”
Being confident doesn't mean going after him. It's knowing your worth, it's preserving your dignity, it's putting up with no sh*t.
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.