It’s been on my mind a lot lately – what I grew up understanding versus what I believe now.
The training never stops.
Leaders are encouraging. Leaders share information. Leaders hold up a light to show you the way. Leaders hold your hand when it gets hard. True leaders are just as excited for your success as they are for their own, because they know that when one of us does well, all of us come up. When one of us succeeds, all of us succeed.
Our judgments keep us from building a stronger tribe.
I struggle to celebrate or enjoy any victory, no matter how big, because I’m always mindful of something bigger I could be doing instead.
Were it not for my therapist, I never would have understood the connection between my childhood insecurities and my adult accomplishments. Were it not for my therapist, I never would have realized that the drive for.
Like most working moms, my life is a constant juggling act.
Silly. Little. Girl.
You get one and only one chance to live, and life is passing you by.
You’ve got a zero-percent chance of being the person you want to be if you’re not intentional about it.
Go home and do nothing. Sit around, watch TV, spend an entire day on the sofa. Discover that your world doesn’t implode without you going a hundred miles an hour. Get up the next day and do it again.
Being a perfect mom is a myth – but being a pretty great mom, most of the time, is actually possible.
Failure means that you’re living. Failure means you’re trying.
If I had a power color, it would definitely be sparkle.
Holding each other accountable comes from a place of love. Judgment comes from a place of fear, disdain, or even hate.
The precious life you’ve been given is like a ship navigating its way across the ocean, and you’re meant to be the captain of the vessel. Certainly there are times when storms toss you around or cover the deck with water or break the mast clean in half – but that’s when you need to fight your way back, to throw all the water off the boat bucket by bucket. That’s when you battle to get yourself back to the helm. This is your life. You are meant to be the hero of your own story.
I will not hold space for your expectations, your recriminations, or your judgment.
I don’t believe that other people, no matter how much they care about me, will every truly know what goes on in my life and therefore, they don’t get any say in how I live it.
The issue wasn’t that I didn’t know who I was; the problem was that I didn’t know who I had allowed myself to become.
I can’t even begin to keep up, and the stress of trying to do so can make me crazy.