I’m not sure I go along with this sentiment. On the deepest level, we are all the same, and yes, labels can get in the way. But labels also help us figure things out like… I’m not alone… there is hope… we belong….
Labels are just words. Words are tools. How a person uses their tools is not a condemnation or celebration of the tool so much as it is for the person.
Life is tough even in the best of circumstances. Be kind to yourself. You might be the only one who is today.
There is always that thing that happens.
The lights are red when you are in a hurry, it rains on the day you leave your umbrella on the bus, your pen explodes onto your favorite shirt.
Who was Murphy? Can you imagine this as your legacy? Sad.
For those times I forget where my line is…
What if this was the commandment for your life. Can you?
My friends of the Sisterhood helped me clear away some Negative Nelly Cobwebs and put back on my Cape of Awesome-osity. Thank you, my friends!