Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.
~Norman Vincent Peale
If you don’t start, you’re never going to finish.
As promised, I am sharing the introduction of my next humorous ebook.
My working title is ‘Womanity. <insert pithy tagline here>‘. I have 50 pages of stories and life lessons to edit and rewrite, but onwards I go.
I hope you enjoy the starting line.
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I distinctly remember my first day in Sophomore English class. The teacher decided to give us an inspirational talk about how we each need to pick what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives so we could choose the correct track of classes to get into University to earn an expensive degree in order to work at our ‘dream job’ until we retire right before we die.
The woman who was giving the less than inspiring soliloquy finished off with a jolting statement. “The classes you take now and how well you do in them will make or break the rest of your life. The courses you choose and what kind of grades you achieve matters. Choose wisely.”
Needless to say, I felt stressed.
I couldn’t even talk to the cute boy sitting next to me without sweating profusely and stuttering like Porky Pig. How was I supposed to choose what to do with the rest of my life with only 16 years to my name?
And how does girl even know what the options are?
Apparently it was time to set some high achievement goals and become an advanced placement class superstar. Also add to the list becoming the Homecoming Princess, making it to State for track and field, and working part time to save for the expensive University years, which were looming.
I required remedial help to pass physical education which included staying after school to swim lanes, was the size of two Homecoming Princesses put together, and preferred to take Pottery over Physics any day. I was doomed.
In that moment, I decided by the time I made it through high school it would become clear. After all, the grownups appeared happy doing their jobs and working literally to their death; they had it all together. It looked easy. I desperately needed hope that becoming a successful, beautiful woman was attainable and I would be happy when I grew up.
If only I had known then that most of them were lying.
Being a woman is not easy. I would know because I am one.
Womanity – (woh-man-eh-tee) Noun. The complexity of the woman condition, which increases 10 fold by families, bad jobs, and trying to communicate with men.
Instead of trying to be Martha Stewart, Condoleezza Rice, Jillian Michaels, Angelina Jolie, and Oprah Winfrey all at the same time, it is time to just be yourself.
We need to laugh at ourselves, do what we love, and bring life to our lives.
After way too many years of trying to be everything to everyone, I threw caution to the wind and started to embrace the art of being myself – a flawed woman who loves to laugh and take on the world by storm.
It only makes sense to share some of the life lessons with you that I have learned along the way.
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And thus the journey of ebook publishing begins anew!