I’m definitely not the first to say that change is proper scary. Crocodiles are scary too, you know how they bite and roll their bodies to break off limbs? Think of life as that crocodile, once it bites, you’ve got to roll with it to survive – or at least to keep your limbs. Ouch….
Last week, I was forced to reflect on my identity and who I am – two things which had always been somewhat separate. I was forced to uncover how I really feel about my mixed-race heritage; spoiler – I feel great, and you should too. Being mixed-race was a huge part of who I was…
For so long, “being a bitch” was the last thing I ever wanted to be. That was until I chose to rebrand the phrase to match my mindset when I find myself stuck in the rut of people-pleasing. By using such an “in your face” turn of phrase, I feel the freedom of putting myself…
I was once told by someone that they purposely wake up earlier – even when they don’t have to – just to ‘have a day’. To them this was a throwaway comment, but to me this was poetry. It showed an awareness of current state and being. You have an existence that is entirely yours…