Yesterday a friend shared two photos on facebook comparing 13-year-old girls when she was growing up and today. (Couldn't find that exact image, Today's 13yo is perfectly coiffed, contoured and knows already how to play to her camera angles. Her photo has props, good lighting and is immaculately edited. In fact, where exactly is she? Per the photo, that's not important. In terms...
Life is so full of reasons to quit even the most successful venture, effort, trial, relationship. The fight, perhaps of life, is to buck these obstacles and push forward to a goal, an end. Or to recognize when you have been beat, outnumbered, or wasting energy on the wrong path entirely. - July 15, 2014 (Blue peacock journal) { a gorgeous fruit picked...
January issue of DIME I was working a job I'd come to loathe when I had my first panic attack. I was making my commute when an overwhelming wave of anxiety swarmed me like a herd of bees. It was a foreign experience, and I didn't know if I was ill or going crazy. I naively described it as a tingling sensation that...