Without the love I have found with my future spouse, all of the wedding-related things and experiences wouldn't bring an ounce of joy. The root of my happiness is Craig and our commitment -- not the tangible items.
There may have been highlights, such as a wedding, birth, or some other special event that has really left a positive impression. But what about the bigger picture? If you could look back at your life on your 100th birthday, what would you tell others are the secrets to a good life?
Your body is perfect, just as it is. You don't need to lose weight, or tighten up your tummy, or pop out your butt in order to have a perfect beach body. You already have the perfect beach body. You are divine, feminine perfection.
When she got to high school, she was bullied during her freshman year. High school girls are the worst. They whispered she was a lesbian, and I figured they were right. I didn't care. She was my Maddy. That's all that mattered.
Since all the political news is terrible and only getting worse, I decided to reflect on something very personal this week -- about a great event that happened this weekend.
You must never, ever bear the insults of people just because they call you your friends. You are unique in your own way. Never let people define you.
Although I didn't know it at the time, my journey toward entrepreneurship was partly driven by being bipolar. Looking back, it explains so much. It's a critical part of my identity as a founder and something I cannot imagine living without.
Know this: You are not alone. You are not what others think of you. You are not lost. Know this: You are loved. You are strong. You are worthy.
People who have had a seizure in the recent past are prohibited from driving. And my doctor felt that even biking would be too risky in my case. So, I just ran everywhere, even if that meant running a half marathon to get some paperwork done on the other side of town.
A few minutes ago, it was just an everyday errand that was thankless and hard and messy. The milk spilled and the baby choked on a sausage chunk and the toddler wanted more pancake syrup. But one day, I might be sitting with my grown sons at a table.
While I will never forgive myself for not giving my parents credit for motivating me to pursue higher education, growing up in a society where brown people are scapegoats for America's failures, it makes sense that I would feel embarrassed about my Mexican roots and working-class background.
The science is always evolving, but some things never change. For this year's National Women's Health Week, we get back to basics. Follow these simple steps, adapting them to your age and abilities, and you'll be on your way.
While my feelings toward my husband are definitely at a solid ten right now, my overall love tank is hovering around six or seven. And that distinction makes me realize what I'm doing wrong: I'm not relying on enough sources of support and care outside of my partner. I need to figure out how to correct that.
Sadly, we can't time travel, but what we can do is learn from others, which is still a lot faster than trying to figure everything out for ourselves. Here are 40 little knowledge bombs that took me far, far too long to learn.
I am a married woman who still travels by herself. The applause has stopped. To travel without one's husband must mean something negative: pending divorce, a "rough patch," a lack of intimacy.