I know, I know: who is this and when did she decide to write again?
Look, I had to focus on my real job- ya know, the one that has helped us BUY A MOTHER EFFIN HOUSE! (yep, see what I did there- just casually dropped that at 27/28 bae and I are homeowners in one of the most unrealistically expensive housing markets in America. Gotta love Long Island, amiright?!) I have been fortunate that my real job is very busy- since my last post, I have had at least 2 to 5 events every weekend. Communion season just ended this weekend, and while graduation season is upon us, no event is as stressful as communions. Lots of Italians celebrating this right of passage like a wedding. On top of that, we expanded to a new location, which has been an incredible adventure. It’s more farmhouse chic, so it’s been fun entering a new wheelhouse. (I also realize this is all GREAT blogging material and great bloggers would have blogged about, but, my brain can only handle so much at once.)
With all that said, I have used my amazing journal to jot ideas for this very day: the day where I finally felt like writing again. I sat and made a lot of excuses for myself. Look, I’m not proud of it. “I can’t write because our space doesn’t feel like home anymore.” was the one I usually fell back on. It’s so lame, I know. If it’s any consolation, I have about 20 drafts in this back office area that I just haven’t published yet. Any creative type will tell you that one of the most frustrating feeling is having ideas and not being able to fully formulate the thought.
I also realized I had to grow as person during these last few months. Every year on my birthday I set a new goal for myself. This year, my goal is to become more intentional. Especially in terms of work, since I sort of grew this entire entity. Insert, the book that changed my life:
I have never been a self-help book type of person. That’s not because I don’t believe in their power- it’s because for a long time I had a certain level of hubris. Doesn’t every young twenty something think they’re perfect at some point? And, while I have had creative pits and have read books like “The Happiness Project” this time, I needed something different. I wasn’t looking for happiness or answers I was looking to become a stronger woman. A stronger manager, a stronger leader, stronger in my convictions, and more resolute in how I address issues.
This books starts with an introduction about all the feminist statistics we’ve heard ad nauseum. We still have a glass ceiling, we don’t address situations the same as men, we are still not considered effective leaders. Yadda yadda yadda. Then, the reader takes a self assessment this is the part I loved the most. After answering 49 questions, you fill in your score sheet and then read the interpretation of your scores. After all that, you read the chapters that correlate with your lowest scores. The author writes very conversationally and in a way that allows her words and tips to be easily absorbed. My copy has tons of notes in the creases for me to look back on.
Personally, I think any and every woman should read this book. It has given me the tools to correctly address situations both at work and personally. I have noticed that the words and advice from this book have seamlessly integrated into my life. I have implemented the changes without so much as a second thought. It has all been so subconscious. It has taught me to stop prefacing sentences with “perhaps..” because I don’t want to come off as a bitch. My issues with the word “bitch” transcends this post. The rant is real and is one of the drafts that I’ll post another day.
Before I go too far off the cliff with another ramble, I’m going to leave a link to the book here.
(and, no, I’m not getting paid to promote this. Bloggers who don’t post for 3 months at a time generally don’t get paid to promote anything.)
Cheers to being better (and, hopefully posting more!)
(p.s.- I am all hopped up on pain meds and drugs for strep throat and an upper respiratory infection, so please forgive spelling errors. Or, really any errors.)