We all lead busy lives. Between work, family responsibilities, hours wasted playing Candy Crush and the time needed to edit and post Pulitzer-worthy photos on Instagram, who the heck has time for housework?
If my college-age neighbors are any indication, the next generation is an absolute mess.
I'm not even talking about "life" messes (finding a job, getting married, etc.) but physical messes. This is my grandmother's generation's nightmare.
Most blogs that people read on here are written by pundits or political analysts, but very few are written by people who scrub toilets for a living. I do. But I am also a mother, grandmother, and proud of the work I do.
I don't want to be anyone but me. I don't want to be prettier or cooler or something I'm not. I just want to be a better, more accurate version of myself. I know who I am. I know what I could be. It's time to make it happen.