the same God who programmed tiny kinesin proteins to know exactly where to go inside your cells isn’t confused about where your life is headed.
that thought alone brings me peace.
However great you think the Carolina tailgating is, I promise, it’s better. Tents everywhere, grills and smokers, ball hockey, mini sticks, and a concert.
i’m just gonna say it: some of yall aren’t qualified for self checkout. if you don’t have an internal sense of urgency and fine motor skills, leave it to the professionals cause the rest of us are trying to keep it pushin
Telling women the biological reality of their own bodies isn't misogyny. It's the opposite. It's love. It's the kind of love our mothers and grandmothers used to give before we decided feelings mattered more than facts and self, status, money, and power mattered more than nurturing others.
We owe the next generation better. We owe them the truth that career is wonderful but it will never love you back. That status is fleeting but loving your children is eternal. That the most significant thing most of us will ever do isn't closing a deal or becoming famous—it's raising human beings who know they are loved.
We owe them the warning we never got: the window is real. The clock is ticking. And no amount of girl-boss mantras can stop it.
My latest for Evie:
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there’s something deeply satisfying about small, solid habits. finishing a book. lifting something heavy. cooking a proper meal. checking in on someone. helping where you can. nothing flashy. just a life that feels stable in your hands.