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Fancy titles include Freedom Instigator, Joy Enthusiast and Fierce Love Advocate.
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Molly helped me confront some of my self-defeating patterns and to re-appreciate truths I had misplaced.
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I want to be a model of a woman who loves herself, who finds joy in ordinary places, who celebrates her individuality – and I want to pay it forward.
Going to Los Angeles was my plan…I was going to move out there and write for sitcoms. That was all I cared about and I never considered love or starting a family or anything “boring” like that. Well, I have a funny thing to tell you, kids: Love always wins.
In the interest of being honest and open, I have a confession to make: I am a total creeper. I am the queen of hunting down everyone’s personal business on Facebook, being in awe of savvy entrepreneurs on Twitter and reading blogs that I never comment on. I am a member of many communities, and an active participant in none. But I want to be.
Don’t think that just because we all blogged here for 5 months, our lives are magically just amazeballs.
I feel a lot more relaxed about the present and the future. In the past I’ve always felt a need to be in control of my life and the way it’s unfolding, but realizing that the best things happen when I’m not obsessively plotting my life out, I just don’t feel the need to be nutters about it anymore.
I always had this problem though. The friendship I found so quickly in college was a rarity for me, unless you count age-3-Camila’s time in laundromats. During those days, I sidled up to anyone under three feet to make my friend for the hours it took to wash, dry, and fold our family’s clothes before proceeding to collect their number so we could play at a later date.
What is the recipe for communication? I’ve been mixing and matching and trying things out, but I seem to always fall a little short here. How do you take two (or more) people, who think differently, and allow them to communicate on the same level.
Whenever I sit down to a meal, no matter if I’m the cook/hostess or a guest at someone else’s table, I always look at the plate of offerings, and take a lesser cut. A smaller burger. The janky looking porkchop. I’ve sat down to dinner with numerous people over the years, who always take the best on the plate…so why do I always feel like I deserve the lesser and not the best?
All valid points and things I’ve been considering. I mean, Yuma doesn’t even have a Victoria’s Secrets, let alone a Trader Joe’s or Apple store…there aren’t really any farmers markets, gourmet cheese shops, or wine bars. It’s kind of out in the middle of nowhere. It’s scary to think about, leaving life in a metropolitan area for small town existence. I know some of the wives of Mr Paul Child’s coworkers, but they aren’t really my nearest and dearest. What the hell am I going to do?
How do we decide what we keep from our past and what we pitch out with the stale, moldy bread?