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One Word 365 “Roar!”

In the past, for the One Word 365 Challenge I’ve chosen words like, “Imagine,” “See,” “Adventure,” and “Hope.” One of my favorites that still resonates is, “Fearless.”

As I’m completing my fiftieth birthday year, it is now almost 2020. I set out to have certain goals met by now, some I’ve just squeezed in at the last minute. I am now living my most authentic life, still evolving and learning, but the most me I’ve ever been.

My word for this coming year is, “Roar!” Now that I feel the most me, the most authentic, it’s time the world heard my voice, my thoughts, my stories (visual, written, and verbal) and my truth.

Stay tuned. You are about to hear me roar!

Roar, by Katy Perry

I got the eye of the tiger
A fighter

Dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar

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VALENTINE’S DAY BLUES?

I know a lot of people can be depressed on Valentine’s Day if they don’t belong to a pair. No candy, no flowers, no dates, etc.

I learned a long time ago – I buy myself flowers. I purchase my own jewelry. I take myself out on “dates.” I eat the chocolates my coworkers’ other halves buy. 😉 I am not enamored with this one day a year of love celebration.

I celebrate love every day. I try to love people as best I can every day. I don’t need to focus on this one day where I don’t have something or someone “special” to celebrate.

Best of all, I love myself well. I am not lonely at all. I am enough.

I hope that all who may feel lonely or let down by today can get to the point where they truly believe and know they are enough. That state of being is completely possible! I live in it every day.

Buy yourself some daisies and open a bottle of wine. You are loved and you are enough.

Posted in about shae, badassery, femininity, Uncategorized

THANKSGIVING BUZZ

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Whenever I’ve asked a hairdresser to do it, they’ve balked. Their definition of femininity didn’t allow it.

Know that I LOVE IT.  If you don’t, that’s ok. I didn’t do it for you. It’s the most freeing thing I’ve done with my “look” since I cut it shorter in the first place.

It’s so freeing. I have heard my whole life, from people who mean well, how “pretty” I’d be if I a) lost weight, b) was more demure, c) had long, high-maintenance hair.

I don’t need to be “pretty.” I’m already beautiful.

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