Good things in life are rarely as fragile as our fears of failure would have us believe.
I like to think of it as contributing to the overall evolution of my culture into one of inclusivity. It takes time, time I’m willing to invest up front, for people to adapt internal belief scheme to one of total inclusivity.
“What do I do with my service dog when I’m on stage?”
As my confidence in our future grows I begin to imagine how Prada fits into each area of my life, and I have suddenly begun to realize just how many bizarre things we humans do. How will Prada make sense of a gym? A public pool? Will she come on stage with me when I sing with my college choir? What about travel? Where is she allowed to go, and where is her access restricted?
Confidence comes in a variety of surprising shapes.
The official reason you’re reading this post on Saturday instead of Friday is that the amazing Caylah Coffeen was busy giving my site a makeover. I love her aesthetic sense, and I couldn’t recommend a finer developmental editor for your fantasy or sci-fi novel.
Your favorite blindfluencer needs some self-care…
The moment of darkness when your eyes fall closed can become an avenue of peace, rather than just another blink in your hectic day.
I lost nine months’ worth of training time. How much of Greta’s lifespan have I lost because her body is simply more worn down than it should be at her age?
Grab tissues, my friends…it’s a sad, sweet story.