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Thursday, October 27, 2016
I stumbled upon Words of Women one night during my nightly instagram perusing. I instantly fell in love with their feed. Then I learned they have a daily newsletter. Then I fell in love with finding a new article everyday in my email after lunch.
Because personally, I feel, the only way to be a peace with taking up space as an independent, 21st century woman, is to learn from those who came before me, and to fill my mind with words that carry us further.
Some of my favorite instagrams from W.o.W. //
Plus a few of my favorite articles... //
“A woman at a certain age who is unmarried, our society teaches her to see it as a deep personal failure. And a man, after a certain age isn’t married, we just think he hasn’t come around to making his pick.”
If Zelda Fitzgerald Was Crazy, What’s That Say About The Rest Of Us?
Zelda’s writing debut began with a review of her husband’s book The Beautiful and The Damned, in which she alluded to the fact that he got most of his material from her. This led to multiple offers to write for other magazines. Over the course of a 6 week stay at a psychiatric clinic, Zelda wrote an entire novel. When Scott read it, he viewed it as a semi-autobiographical account of their marriage and made her remove parts that drew on shared material he wished to use. The book would be published, yet who knows what missing parts could have brought the book to literary greatness.Advice To Girls Starting High School (This Will Apply For The Rest Of Your Life)
The thing about high school is, you do learn a lot about the real world (even if it’s nothing like the real world). You learn what it’s like to be betrayed, lied to, confused and completely lost. You learn you can’t trust everyone and people who say are your friends can actually be the first to stab you in the back. You learn that the real world is a scary place and if you don’t start getting your act together, it’ll walk all over you. So whether you’re in high school, entering high school or can’t remember the name of you high school, these lessons will apply throughout your entire life.
And of course, sign up for their newsletter. I can say, without a doubt, this is the only newsletter I have ever be genuinely elated to receive daily.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love.Romantic love.The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!”
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this:Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.-Andrea Gibson
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Life can be really hard.
I'm writing this during my lunch break; a break I haven't taken in some weeks so as not to drown in to dos. My apartment's a mess. My clothes scattered around, as though about in a fury. My refrigerator is empty. My cabinets sparse.
A month ago it wasn't like this. I had a full fridge and even hosted my first dinner party. I had a hand to hold regularly and looked forward to the weekends.
But life just happens. And things get heavy, fast. No matter how much you think you have everything under control the truth is that sometimes you have no control. Being OK with that fact is half the battle, I suppose.
So here I am, surrendering to what is. Accepting what may be. Holding on tight to what I know to be true.
In the meantime, I recommend this piece from "Ask Polly." Because it chewed me up and spit me out and put me back together all in the course of 5 minutes. Now I reference certain lines as reminders. As hope. As a grace to get me through.
Until my fridge is full again. Until my laundry is done. Until my to-do list is finally completed.
I have two daughters, and this, for some reason, is my biggest fear when it comes to them, that they’ll waste their lives chasing men in circles instead of recognizing how much sunshine and genius and expansive, outrageous possibility they carry around with them everywhere they go. But this anxiety of mine isn’t just about young women and their tendency to ignore their own value and worth and potential. It’s also about 30-something men and 40-somethings and 50-somethings and everyone under the goddamned sun. We are all so completely poleaxed by our own longing, by our own magical thinking, by our own physical resistance to hard work. We put our faith in prefabricated fantasies instead of reality; we believe in easy answers and short cuts instead of craft; we admire popularity instead of originality; we find ourselves reaching for shiny dreamworlds and ignoring human beings. The world tells us that we should be disappointed in ourselves, every single day. The best party is across town. The best party is across the universe. We should be fucking a ghost that looks like Chris Hemsworth, gently, in some galaxy far away.
Let’s just be ourselves instead, broken but hopeful, and let’s be right here, right now. Let’s look around and see the scrappy, mediocre, mundane details of our lives and proclaim them exalted and glorious. Imagine for a moment that I can see you clearly for the first time. I can see you clearly, and you are radiating pure, lusty, brilliant grace and divinity. Feel it. Believe it. Carry it with you.
Friday, May 27, 2016
I've written a lot about my own personal struggles with anxiety and OCD. But I've never written about how my monthly cycle is affected by the two, and vice versa. In an effort to learn more about my own health, I've been learning more and more about women's health. It's a topic that is wildly overlooked and under-taught, even though it effects all women, all the time.Tweet Pin It Now!
I figured it wouldn't hurt to share some of my discoveries, especially after hearing so many of my friends express their own frustration with not understanding why the hell we feel the way we do every month — or in general, for that matter.
Without further adieu, the first instalment of my Beyonce-inspired feature:
👯Come on ladies, now lets get information👯
Kicking things off: A wonderful Ted talk from Marwa Azab,who holds to advanced degrees in Psychology and a PhD in Neuroscience. Here, she discusses female hormones and how they effect us as women.
Brain chemicals covertly direct female hormones, but their effects on behaviors, emotions, cognitive abilities and relationships can make us vulnerable. The more we become aware and understand these vulnerabilities, the more we can transform them to actually empower us.