Since Girl Power Hour has begun their 3rd Annual Mind-Body Challenge, I thought tackling the large phantom force of fear would be very appropriate.
Fear takes different forms for each of us. Some of us pretend we are not afraid of anything and others can’t make a move without finding something that scares them. I, perhaps like you, am somewhere in-between.
I came to this conclusion after seeing a commercial for the new season of Fear Factor a few months back. Fear Factor has always been a show that I have a hard time watching. And despite it’s reappearance on NBC this year, I still have yet to watch a single episode.
Yes, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are finally engaged according to The New York Post and many other sources as of last Friday. And no, Jennifer Aniston doesn’t care.
The ongoing tabloid tirade between Jolie and Jennifer has entertained most of us for the last seven years. In-between sprints on the treadmill and sips at Starbucks, more than a few of us have given way to turning pages dedicated to the tousle between these two. We have painted this dueling duo as the pout-lipped temptress vs. the unsuspecting good wife. However, the subsequent question always follows; how could Brad Pitt love such seemingly different women?
I am a disorganized organized person. Everything has a place, it’s just sometimes I can’t remember where that place is.
If there is such a thing as a scatter-brained Type A gal, that’s me. Some of us excel in this area, but no matter if you are disordered or tidy, spring cleaning is for establishing much-needed order. Your home’s mess-o-meter aside, spring cleaning for the soul is an essential step in trimming up those frayed emotional edges.
This isn’t about getting your closet color-coded, instead, let’s focus on cleaning out those inner cobwebs that may be fogging your vision or on unpacking unnecessary baggage. Here is a daily checklist that can help you stay focused, positive, and clear-minded not only during this time of year, but all year-round.
I was having a conversation with a few of my girlfriends the other day when a beautiful girl walked into the coffee shop we were at. The table went quiet.
One of my friends nervously pulled at a loose string on her hem, another stared the girl up-and-down, and the quietest of the group continued flipping through a magazine as if Brooke Burke’s doppelganger hadn’t just breezed through the door.
Finally, I said “Wow, that girl is really pretty.” Everyone responded in surround-sound; defeated and despondent, “I know, right?”
Whether you are building a bomb shelter because of the Mayan calendar’s predictions or are simply hoping that 2012 isn’t any worse than 2011, every year holds endings as well as beginnings.
For me, my last twenty-something birthday is this upcoming February, which is dangerously close to Valentines Day. And with Cupid on my calendar back-to -back with my “black” birthday, I sometimes wonder where a bow and arrow is when you need one?
I have the dress. I have the heels. I even have my New Year’s noisemaker waiting in the wings for the dawn of 2012. But can I be honest? All of this get-up-and-get-changing stuff gives me the hives.
Don’t get me wrong, I am all for forward progression in our personal and professional lives, but sometimes I wonder if organic change and forced change yield the same results?
For me, I am carrying around the same old problems I had last year. First, I need to start wearing matching socks more often. I need to stop leaving the last bit of ketchup or dressing in the bottom of the bottle. I need to learn how to truly make a bed (the tucking of the corners eludes me). And I need to get better at giving my right hand a proper manicure- ambidextrous I am not. But are these me-isms really going to make a difference in my life in 2012? I have my doubts.
Chris
tmas is the season of giving, right? Pause. Ponder. Check your bank account. Freak out.
While the saying rings true, ‘Tis better to give than to receive’, what if you simply don’t have anything to give this year?
For those who have lint and old gum wrappers lining their pockets instead of bundles of cash- join the club. Words like recession, down economy, and unemployment don’t seem to have any place in the Christmas season- but that doesn’t make them any less a reality of the times.
If your give-o-meter is running on empty, you may be wondering how you can truly be a blessing to others without breaking open your rainy day fund. Is it an etiquette killer to simply skip the gifts?
I am a new mom. My son just turned one year old last weekend, and I can’t help but notice the odd social space I find myself in now that parenthood is a part of my resume.
If I am quite honest, it seems that my friend roster is a little thin these days. I can only assume that for other pre-baby socialites, they may be feeling the same way.
Whatever happened to the couple that was good for a great glass of wine and political shop-talk over dinner on Friday night? They’ve sprinted towards the nearest DINK (double-income-no-kids) couple with bottle in hand to escape my spit up-covered couch and Veggie Tales DVD collection.
Whether you follow sports or not, the roller-coaster ride that is Michael Vick’s career has been falling and rising since he hit the Atlanta Falcons field early in his career.
The most jolting aspect of his rise to notoriety? Just two years ago he was released from jail on dog-fighting charges, and now he just signed a $100 million dollar 6-year contract with the Philadelphia Eagles- $40 million of which is guaranteed.
So what does this have to do with today’s woman? Well, it poses a question that seems to contradict my methodology for life: do nice girls/guys finish last? While, the concept isn’t new, it is something that seems to radiate throughout the ages- especially in the wake of seemingly corrupt individuals succeeding.
According to a recent article by ABC News, it was reported that, “12 percent of the executive offices of America” are occupied by women. They went on to say that “most of them got there by being tough, forceful and direct.”
However, Elle Magazine recently capitalized on this interesting tidbit of information by highlighting an unusual, yet equally effective anti-assertiveness training program called “Bully Broads”, whose goal is to help highly qualified women get to the top rung by being kind instead of bristly.
