
A terrible day is just a day.
Cue the music to signal wallowing and set the tone for a great disappointment. Did you choose a good anthem? OK here we go. I think Celine Dion “All By Myself“ might cycle here to really set in the loathing. Let’s talk about my bad day. Currently my desktop has a folder filled with about 10 blogs. I don’t post them though out of fear. I re-read them and think “Who actually cares about this bullshit?” My significant other wonders if I’m off my rocker sharing intimate details o

I'm a Busy Mom. Don't Bother Inviting Me. #FOMO
Can you imagine the doctor prescribing two days a week out with your gal pals? I can’t even fathom meeting twice a month let alone sitting in a coffee shop or wine bar with my best ladies Sex in the City style. It’s just not something I make a priority in my life (hangs head in shame). I read a blog post discussing a study on the impacts of improving women's health by socializing with close friends twice a week. I reflected on why a study concerning bestie outings caused me