So, here's to women who live beneath a glass ceiling, lobbing rocks into the abyss and hoping their culmination of cracks will cause its very weight to crumble, allowing a collective sigh of relief.
On Self-Love and Finding Inner Peace
Published on February 7, 2018 I would like to super-seed this post with an excerpt from my own personal journal detailing the fear it feels to move to a new city alone. See, I believe we are not little Alcatraz islands, fending buoyancy separately, but each a plot of soil, a sprung lily, or the … Continue reading On Self-Love and Finding Inner Peace
Mind The Mess On Mondays 