If there was ever a week when I needed mental strength, it's been this week. It's been a week of one step forward and three steps back as I've fought to make my voice heard in a world of men, picked up the pieces of someone else's mistakes, waited for truth to find its way to the top of a very messy situation and tried desperately to walk in the footsteps of both confidence and humility. In the quiet of my four walls, I've cried, stomped, and wrestled through a sea of egos, including my own, and contemplated how even a well-meaning cluster of humanity has the ability to hurt so many in its path. How it tarnishes and rusts a foundation. How it can swallow us whole in the sea of emotions if we let it. But we can't let it. Because what we do and how we do it Continue Reading
Why We Can’t Let Go of Hope: Even When the Odds are Against Us
Drizzling rain slows traffic as I weave my way 15 minutes to home. I’m not usually traveling this time of day, and any other day, I would have been school-girl giddy to leave the four walls of my office. But today is the day of telling, of branding…positive or negative. Never has “positive” been so undesirable, and never has” negative” taken on such a hopeful and optimistic meaning. The click of my heels up the walk strikes louder today. Sweet magnolia fragrance hugs the air just long enough for me to take notice. They’ve been in bloom for months, but just captured my attention in this space of time. The gardeners have already cut the grass, and the manicured symmetry is stunning in the sunlight. Why is it our senses awaken when life threatens to hit hard? I try to live in Continue Reading