Bring Your Own Yardstick

I’m learning that using anyone else’s yardstick to measure my life is a surefire way to short circuit my joy and minimize my victories.

Confidence is a MotherF*&%$@

(For all my sanctified friends, please get to the end of the post before you start praying for me. Well, pray for me anyway, but just pretend I didn’t start a blog post with an abbreviated curse word for the next 10 minutes. ) One of my favorite moments of my 30s thus far was…