It is time to reduce expectations—of people, relationships, and the future.
Growing up, I had the image that by now, at twenty-seven years old, I’d be a successful writer living in New York City with a cute house, a handsome mate, and a life I wasn’t struggling to adapt to.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and feel okay with what I see staring back.
The fear of being loved is an exhausting fear.
I’m generally frustrated women still feel they can’t be so many things because of societal conditioning and nonsense.
Growing up, I always got these questions – “What are you? Where are you from?” I proudly would respond, “San Francisco! I’m from California.” They would narrow their eyes at me and say, “No, but where are you FROM?”
Students are faced with rivaling with each other for internships that offer nothing but a resume item. But because the job market is so competitive, one line on a resume can make the difference between having a job post-graduation or not.
People will not always want your love, your caring nature, your time and effort, your kindness, your generosity. But never let their choices stop you from being who you are.
Friendships are no longer “convenient.”