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It’s Time To Tune In


Give me a "Q" Give me a "U" Give me an "E" Give me another "E" Give me an "N" What does that spell? "QUEEN!" Did you spell it with enthusiasm? Did you spell it thinking of yourself as the object of the cheer or was there another woman that came to mind? *Kindly replace with "KING" for our male readers.   Are you your own greatest cheerleader? Are you lending a voice to the praises, the compliments, the positivity that swirls around you? After all if you have started to be careful little eyes what you see, be careful little feet where you go...

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Be Careful Little Eyes What You See


Social media can be equal parts wonderful and worrisome. It introduces one to a much bigger and broader world that exists outside our own. It ushers our target markets right to our fingertips, keeps us abreast on daily happenings and it provides encouragement, inspiration and humour from millions of miles away. On the other hand, social media can foster comparison, it may fan insecurities and feelings of inadequacy individuals already possess and struggle with. Social media really is what you make it. Where you are (mentally, emotionally, etc.) and how you structure your account and...

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Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright

Woman lying on a lounger by the pool at the hotel. Girl at travel spa resort pool. Summer luxury vacation.

  ‘If it is not going to matter in 5 years do not worry about it for more than 5 minutes.’   I came across this phrase about 29 months ago and fell in love. In the past I had a tendency to worry about things. I define worry as ‘obsessing over a particular situation and considering for an immense amount of time possible outcomes (mostly negative) and how they might affect one. This activity is accompanied by inaction and other symptoms: tense shoulders, tight jaw, getting lost in one’s thoughts, and an inability to live in the present...

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A Desert in the Oasis (Part I)


Once upon a time there lived a young lady who was a nomad. Her name was Jasmine and today was her birthday. It was more significant than any other birthday because Jasmine had reached the “age of maturity” and therefore certain protocols had to be observed. Today was the day she prepared to separate from her entire family. Based on their nomadic culture Jasmine was required to become fully independent no later than two moons after this particular birthday. Over the course of her lifetime her family had relocated every five years, this fifth move...

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Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown


  I could not believe it had already been a year. Time had flown so quickly. As I sat down for hair and make up I flipped through my photo album on my iPhone. Gosh, I was stunning. I had an angelic face, a slender gracefully toned body which I had showcased in cultural attire, bathing suits, and all kinds of high end clothing. My smile was perfect too. Although I couldn’t really take all the credit for that, or my body if I was being honest, but it was mine so therefore I was the...

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall


The mirror hanging on the wall in the hallway is haunted. It has a voice. It says things every time I walk past it. It says things every time I pause in front of it. It never stops saying things. Sometimes these things are minor, “You know you’re not a lipstick person, are you sure you want to slap on that Ruby Woo today?” Or, “Why so serious? Crack a smile every once in a while.”   Other times it says things of greater significance, “What are you even getting dressed up for today? You should have...

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My Single Story (Part 2): Weathering Storms and an Awareness of Silver Linings


  We arrived in Cleveland, Ohio and to my surprise another snowstorm awaited us. Slightly less snow, slightly less wind chill factor, but still cold as I don’t know what. Not exactly the warm welcome I had anticipated on the first day of the rest of our college lives.   We were directed to on campus parking, assigned our dorm rooms on the 11th floor, and began the arduous task of moving bin bags to bedrooms. We settled in to a smaller and less glamorous space than in Iowa and went in search of food. We were tired,...

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The Audition for a New Life


Natasha was nervous. This was unusual for her. Her palms were sweaty, her make-up felt like it was caking and her armpits were prickly. She had given countless presentations to boardrooms full of corporate execs. She had commanded the room and convinced those of the worth of what she was saying. She could accredit her extreme career rise from intern to junior associate in record time to the fact that they bought into almost every pitch and presentation she made. The company recognized Natasha's talent, increasingly gave her more responsibility and as she succeeded and progressed...

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It’s Your Party – DJ If You Want To!


I had lost control over my own body. My limbs were betraying my initial intentions. It seemed I no longer had a say over an activity I had scheduled myself. Without realizing it my right hand reached out and impatiently tapped the speed button. What had begun as a run at the speed of '8' was down to a ‘5.4’ and getting lower every few seconds. I silently encouraged myself, “You can do it girl. You’re strong. You’re fast. Tired? What’s that?”   Yet body betrayed me further. My heart pounded in my chest and my legs...

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A Mile in Her Shoes

A photo by William Stitt.

Navigating to the Finish Line I was practically sprinting down the street. I was in a hurry. Dodging puddles left behind from the morning rain I weaved through passersby and tourists who didn’t really seem to have a particular destination in mind. I on the other hand did. It was graduation season. Everywhere I looked there were purple robes hung carelessly over the shoulders of carefree students, stuffed into their handbags, slung over their arms. The mood was carefree and celebratory. Individuals called out to one another and strangers wished anyone with the purple cape ‘congratulations!’   The...

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