Girls should be able to honestly and clearly say yes or no and in too many situations, they aren't. Girls are taught to distrust themselves. Directly or indirectly, we teach our girls that they are weak, unstable, irrational, and inherently in the wrong. We instruct girls not to speak their truth.
They loaded Lana into a jeep, which would take her to a boat, up the river, to another jeep, and then to the hospital. As I watched them lift her into the car, terrified and in pain, the knot in my throat doubled - it threatened to push upward, pry open my mouth, and thrust into the universe all the anger and fear and grief I had brought with me to Costa Rica.
There will always be fear. Sometimes, fear may deliver you from disaster. Sometimes, it may deny you your glory. Learn when to listen to it, and when to conquer it.
Despite my life-long northern California residency, I've never had a good grasp on snow sports and so could rarely justify a winter trip into the mountains. Turns out, going downhill sideways with my feet strapped to a board is not my idea of fun...
I don't usually love New Year's Eve. It makes me realize how quickly time passes and I get nervous about what an entirely new calendar year will bring. But this year, I find myself reflecting upon 2015 with glee and getting little butterflies of excitement over 2016.
The next morning, I awoke, unrested, to a chorus of noise - birds, monkeys and insects all coordinating in a jungle symphony alarm clock. After checking my shoes, the floor, and every article of clothing for anything that could kill or maim me, I made my way back to the long, wooden table.
My twenties didn't care about my fears or my meltdowns or my adamant resistance to change. My twenties roared into action - pushing and molding and challenging me to become more. And now, as I exit this decade which as done so much for me, what happens if the next one falls flat?
As we climb ladders and pay our mortgage and our lives get more and more complicated, I find myself missing Malawi. Now, camping is the closest we get to Malawi. Camping makes you work a little harder for your meals and your comfort and your cleanliness, and that warm cup of coffee is such a delicacy in the wilderness.
But I was by myself. I had to make all of the decisions. I was in a crazy ass storm. It felt safer to stay put. I imagined that if I packed up and tried to head home I might’ve gotten lost somehow or tripped and slid down the steep slope next to part of the trail. No, being alone, it was better to stay where I was until the sun came up.
How do you write to a baby? To a person you've never met? To someone whose personality has yet to be revealed? I wanted to tell the truth. To be inspiring and impactful. But, I couldn't form the right words that didn't include "should."
Dear Self Doubt,
You deprive me of the experiences, the adventures, and the life I deserve and I refuse to acknowledge you as a partner any longer.
Wine tasting on a Sunday is always a little dangerous. All of those one ounce tastes can add up to a whole lot of booze and before you know it, it's Monday morning and you still have a headache. Unfortunately (but also thankfully) for us, good wine is close by and a quick trip to wine country is sometimes just what the weekend requires.
This week, let's get into some trouble. Let's flout a few rules and embrace flaws and face failure with poise. Because, without making mistakes, how can we expect to conquer our challenges?
Through the years, my travel anxiety has evolved. And while I understand it more now, it is still a tricky beast and has nearly prevented me from traveling many times. So, I’ve developed a few go-to tips that help me when I’m gripped by the familiar fears of a travel transition.
My generation has witnessed historical markers including a decades long war, climate change catastrophes, polarizing politics, the first black President, and today, equality.