Congrats, It's a Girl.
Whenever I have a trying day, week, weeks, I have become aware that the struggle I am going through, the days where I don’t feel like smiling, working, commuting, communicating, the days that are my worst days, some how are there, helping me, reminding me, and in small bits and pieces showing me spurts of insight, that leads to small growth, that is sparkle of hope, at the end of the mess. Getting through the exhaustion, trekking through the tears, the anxiety, and the fog, is one thing that I can admit, I am not the best at, but it is something I am trying to understand and recognize, instead of doing the everything is alright notion, that everyone seems to be walking around with, because honestly everything is not alright, and I’m going to blog the f out of it. A struggle I’ve had, the minute I stepped out of my beloved education cycle of life, was working within a male dominated space. I’ve been undermined, belittled, disrespected, talked-over, have had my physical appeara...