I realized this past week that I’m not a mean girl anymore. Those of you who know me are thinking, ‘but she’s so nice’. Yeah, I’m nice…to you. I’m talking about how I treat myself.
an acceptance that a statement is true or that something exists.
I’ve read that most of our beliefs are pretty much set by the time we are seven. When I first heard this I was floored and pictured myself, at seven, with my green unicorn t-shirt, running my life….forty years later. Fun coincidence that Seven is the name of my memoir.