When I first heard the news that Sweet Briar College would close, I thought it was a mistake. How could this be true? Shuttering this respected, 114-year-old women's liberal arts institution seemed implausible.
By taking the time out for myself and doing these simple acts of self-care you, I am no longer unfulfilled, exhausted, running around in a frantic state or on auto-pilot. Instead, I am present, I feel connected to myself, and those around me and for the first time feel like I am living life on purpose.
If not for the mirrors in my house, I would be very confused about what changed and why. Young women, you'll experience this too, some day. You'll catch your reflection and your breath at the same time and be abruptly reminded that your exterior no longer matches how you feel inside, and that it now undermines the power of your voice, the voice that took decades to build up.
I could sit here and contemplate the details that led to my classmate's death, but the painful truth is that a life was lost, a valuable life, and had we, as a class, as a tight-knit family, listened closely, maybe, just maybe we could've caught the signs.
I cheated at church. My best friend and I explored every corner as children. She led me to secret passageways, and we somehow slid through. These abstractions surface in my dreams occasionally, passages in wrinkled waves, lit with golden honeysuckle and bitter dandelions.
What if women with the luxury to make a choice about whether or not to work -- and I include myself in that group -- took one-tenth of the energy they have devoted to showing why their choices are better and devoted it to the underrepresentation of women in leadership positions?
Women in the restaurant and foodservice industry have played an integral role throughout our country's history. One of our earliest restaurateurs, Christiana Campbell was a tavern-keeper in Williamsburg, Va.
I don't know if it's because I'm in my fifties and I realize that life is winding down a bit, or if it's because I'm trying to overcome an uncontrollable urge to beat people to restaurant doors, but I decided to try hypnotherapy.
Three decades after high school, I woke up to a Facebook message from the guy I spent my entire sophomore year pining over. To summarize, it said, "You were hot. I was an idiot. I missed my chance and late at night when I drink too much, I still think of you." Oh. My. God.
But in a world that is constantly telling us we are less than, how do we do this? I've gotten it down to a four-step process. One that, with time, actually does help you learn to be your own best friend instead of your own worst enemy.
I've been thinking about Colbie Caillat's song, "Try," ever since it came out on the radio. I kept writing it down in my notes on my iPhone to remind myself that this song, and the message it sends, should be acknowledged.
This was just one of the countless stories read by women, about women, who would not be alive if not for the support of Donor Direct Action (DDA), an organization which has been providing decades-long support for women.
When you're pushing your limits -- with money, work and goals -- some of these scenarios start looking pretty attractive. It just takes one brutal day to re-ignite your daydreams about that freaky guy from Chem class who was destined to be a billionaire.
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