Posts Tagged ‘Girl Power’
by hannah
January 31st, 2012
In dealing with the life experiences of friends, lovers, ex-lovers, and my sometimes charmingly bitter self, I’ve found that nothing puts grey hairs on the head (and a grudge in the heart) quite like infidelity. Even the suspicion of infidelity can take your relationship from we-just-made-love-on-the-virgin-white-Nassau-sand to you-can-keep-your-stinking-engagement-ring.
There are a myriad of reasons why cheating happens, and it’s rarely “because I hate you so much and just want you to have a hopelessly miserable life” (unless you’re vindictively trying to get back at your ex…for cheating on you). Most of the time, the psychology behind cheating is much more complex than that. Often, the reason has little or nothing to do with the person afflicted. Yet this particular wrongdoing feels about as personal as personal gets.
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by hannah
January 13th, 2012
So, you bit the bullet. You called it quits on your relationship, before the holidays. Good on you. You are the 73 percent.
And now that the box of liqueur chocolates has been scarfed, and your mother’s “not ALL spinsters are unhappy” wisdom has been prescribed, and your married friends’ Christmas cards have smoldered in your fireplace, it’s time to muster up some self-respect and think about dating again.
Unfortunately, you know it’s not as easy as slipping into a tight black number and shouting: Come and get me, boys! It’s been awhile—perhaps a few years—and your game isn’t quite as tight as the Versace in the back of your closet.
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by hannah
August 9th, 2011
My friend sent me this email a couple weeks from the inoveryourhead blog and asked me what I thought of its message: If you are not doing your life’s work, you will feel perfectly comfortable.
There are a lot of things I like about this concept and agree with, because it reminds me of this one time I was running up the hill at Griffith Park.
It was cold, drizzling, and as I neared the top I found construction fences blocking the trail. Instead of turning back I decided there must be a different way. I jumped off the trail, scrambled through the dirt that was turning to mud, rocks, and bushy trees, until I found an opening in the fence. When I got through I was faced with a steep incline, and some kind of large concrete utility compound. The sweat and misty rain were dripping into my eyes, and I started thinking I was crazy, but I also thought, if I don’t figure out a way to get to the top I’ll never be successful at anything else I set out for myself.
Extreme? Maybe, but I’ve often challenged myself mentally as a way to push my limits physically.
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