when you have to…
speak up.
bite your tongue.
just laugh.
start over.
push through.
walk away.
dig in.
embrace your inner kid.
grow up.
And then there are times when you have to…
All that randomness in such a small package!?
when you have to…
speak up.
bite your tongue.
just laugh.
start over.
push through.
walk away.
dig in.
embrace your inner kid.
grow up.
And then there are times when you have to…

Recently I had a conversation with a good friend about dating and something he said struck a chord with me.
“…I’m looking for my equal.”
At face value, you might think, “Aww that’s sweet!”. And isn’t that what we’re all looking for at the end of the day? Someone to love who loves us? Someone to share every happiness with, to be supportive through every sadness?
Wrong.
With so many shouting equality these days, it begs the question of “why?’ Why are we so bent on being equal? Why do you want to be equal – the same – as anybody else, much less everybody else? Somewhere along the line, someone sold us a story about equality. And it sounded good.
But why?
It sounded good because it meant the end to feeling unrecognized, overlooked, underrepresented, underpaid…All the negative feelings we tie from (allow) exterior influences onto our own internal self-worth. While I don’t argue that there are cases where the fight may not be the same for one individual vs. another, I feel that the end goal is often the same. To be the best.
Who cares about being equal? Don’t we really want to be the best?
In career. In family. In friends. In life. Being the best is ingrained from an early age – some might say, an inherent need inherited from our ancestors, when being the best meant survival.
Now circle up. Back to the beginning, I proudly admit that I went after and married my best. Not my equal. Not my “good enough”. My Best.
The man who challenged me, pushed me (sometimes kicking and screaming) beyond my comfort zone to achieve things I only allowed my soul to whisper, barely audible, deep-deep-deep down in my heart. The one who made my stomach flutter. The one with whom I could barely contain a smile from the pride felt when he was by my side. The one who taught me I needn’t try to contain it.
When that man walked into my life, I didn’t think I’d found my equal. I knew I’d found my better half. And that’s what we should all strive for – our Better Half. That is what Mastermind Alliances are forged from, allowing each of us to achieve and continue to build then conquer or biggest dreams in pursuit of our best lives.
That, My Dear, is worth looking for.
Nordstrom celebrates spring with The Little White Dress! Check out this lovely collection of white dresses for all your bridal events on the way to the chapel.
And in other news. My first official impulse Pinterest-to-purchase:
{Darling}
When the hubby’s away, the wifey will play…But seriously, it’s obviously a sign, no? 😉
Zee hubby came up to me the other day and said, “Did you know that otters hold hands to keep from floating away when they sleep?”. And while I did happen to know this AWWW-dorable fun fact, it was the sweetest thing to see his excitement in sharing this new found knowledge.
Even cuter?
He said this as he grabbed my hand…
So to my hubby. Thanks for not letting me float away.
{Disclaimer: I still adore weddings and sparkles…and glitter that sparkles. I’ll still be using this platform to share my Robin Hooding adventures in wedding wonderfulness. But in the sake of efficiency…and sanity…decided why not use this little soap box for mixing business and pleasure?}
1:49 AM. Ping. My email proclaimed the announcement of the novella titled “Not My Job”.
First. Wow! After 5PM. Impressive, but maybe we should talk about balance…
Second. My response. After reconsidering my ridiculous request to go beyond the team’s automated processes (What.Was.I.Thinking.). I whole-heartedly agree. Please pack your things. A security member will escort you from the office.
Third. Oh how I wish I could hit reply. Must. Hit. Send. Delete.
Now in the bright hours of the morning, I allow myself a little self-indulge fest imagining this scene playing out. And I realize in this situation the only way I have to prevent rehashing these not my job scenes, is to make it MY JOB. In that I mean:
“I’m CEO bitch”
Zuck style.
But all kidding aside these personalities make me sad. They have the ability to counter any positive, inspirational infusion in the workplace, and then some.
Coming off the Feb issue of Fast Company. A front to (flipped) back salute to the power of creative collaboration and investment. Filled with innovative, leading companies and team (can you imagine one of the founders of Facebook saying, “Sorry team. Not my job”?). I have to ask what do you risk by saying not my job.
What could you gain by making it so?
{I’m mobile kids. Play nice with the grammar police}
Is it wrong that this makes me happy even while burning the midnight oil?
Because if it is I don’t want to be right.
#disneykidforlife #hashtagallthings #twittersgreatestcontribution
The hubs and I try to keep goal setting and visioning as a full-time, year-round gig. We unofficially made it our habit to have Saturday breakfast and pour over our big dreams early on in our relationship. It was one of the reasons I knew he was the one. Because he was my strategic partner in life, not just love.
But even though we strive to make goal setting a habit, with another new year rolling around, I still can’t help but feel rejuvenated and excited with the promise of a “clean slate” and new beginnings.
I’m just a sucker for big dreaming…
Birthdays
Holidays
Baby Showers. Weddings.
All gift giving occasions ever. And then there’s Pinterest. Pretty much the answer to the big kids’ wish list. Spotlighting as top covetables today? Kate Spade.
Dear Santa…
Making travel so much more fun…
Because I’ve already found my Mr. Darcy #ohhihandsomehusband
But let’s just be honest. This next one is obviously for me.
SPRINKLES MALLORY!?! I mean Kate (because we’re on first name basis, Kate and me) herself named this after me. #fate
Any favorite wish list items out there?