Forcing a smile, I violently sipped my mojito with the pressing urge to jump off the rooftop patio with my drink in hand.
For me, wedding planning was The Hunger Games with less blood and more tears.
Self-love and compassion aren’t new concepts to me, but the idea that no one is coming to save me has given me a renewed sense of confidence, security and hope.
Long story short, I gave up a dream only to discover another dream was hiding behind it.
I get it: They want to know why I work a part-time job as a barista instead of a six-figure career that’s financially bulletproof.
Vulnerability has turned into a weapon of mass popular culture. It’s vogue to be vulnerable; like wearing loose-cropped trousers on a first date.