You know the scene: You decide to try something new. Or shift something in your life. Or make a change. If/when you disclose it, you’re met with the question, ‘Ok fine, but… what’s the end game here?’ I hate that question. Like, I don’t know Karen. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be navigating and questioning and trying to make the best decision I can today. Turns out, this is a question based in fear. And it’s important to note here: it can come from an outside source questioning

I turned 41 this week. Here are my takeaways. Because of course I would. 1.) Life is still good- even when I factor in the bad. 2.) My kids are still my most cherished thing, but I’m slowly learning that they’re not ‘mine’. They are their own people. They’re here for now, and the goal is to prepare them to live their best, most successful life after me. And that’s hard for a control freak to comprehend. 3.) Yes, I’m still a control freak. But like, a type B or C one. 4.) Ast

If you’re feeling like a loser lately, and just can’t seem to measure up to everyone else… This is your post.

Remember growing up, when our parents would always drill into our heads the importance of the quality of the people around you? Your friends could make or break you AND your reputation. As we got older, we probably entered into friendships with many types of people, for many reasons. Some were probably good, and others, not so much. But we learned. Have you ever thought of the company you keep now? While maybe our concern isn’t so much our reputation now, or whether or not t

If you have ever used guilt to manipulate a woman to get what you want; If you have used guilt to get your significant other to cancel plans; If you’ve ever guilted a woman, and then in the same breath, put your hands up, and said, ‘I mean, do what you want, but…’ and then given her the silent treatment, or pulled out a ‘poor me’ when she actually does what she wants— KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF. You probably have a girl (and most likely a people-pleaser) who only wants to make you h

Why is it ok that I’m the one they disappoint? When it comes down to disappointing me or the other person… it’s usually me? I get shit on. I get the short end. I try so hard to be nice to everyone. To not rock the boat. To be likeable. And what does that get me? Disappointment. Because it’s safer to upset me. Because it’s easier. Because there’s no consequence- I’ll still love them and not make their lives harder, regardless. Because I know where they’re coming from, so I see

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but the end goal shouldn’t be to ‘Not Give a Damn’. (I know. The title doesn’t use ‘damn’. But my anxiety won’t let me use the other word for a post that my sweet mother and/or her friends might read. So it’s gonna be ‘damn’. You get the idea.) You know the type: They are loud and tough and make sure that everyone knows it. They shout from the rooftops that they don’t give a damn what anybody else thinks or does. They often REALLY love to

What’s stressing you right now? It might be the panic shopping on Amazon, hoping to make your kid’s Christmas amazing (while trying to find all the things that will be here by the 25th). Or maybe it’s hosting a bunch of family. Or maybe it’s the weight you’ve put on, or workout you keep skipping. Maybe your kid’s grades aren’t where you’d like them, or someone was mean to them. Maybe people are talking about you. Or maybe you’re simply exhausted with alllllll the things. Turn

This is an apology to my Authentic Self. The true me, whom I silenced in the name of people-pleasing. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I silenced you. I’m sorry that the thoughts and opinions of everyone else in the room came before yours. I’m sorry I forced you to remain uncomfortable, so that others could be comfortable. I’m sorry you had to laugh at that joke that simply wasn’t funny. I’m sorry you wanted to wear that, but I put it back, in case you were seen. I’m sorry I avoided pla

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