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On voting, like a #BAMF

I have avoided talking politics for a long time. I think now, although not a conscious choice then, it hurt my heart. 

Because I believe what I believe. And I have always voted with that in mind. But I also have not been able to bring myself to feel that what others feel (or how they vote) is wrong.

I think that we are the sum of our lives experiences. And we are playing the role we are meant to play to lead to something we can't comprehend. What looks like a "good" decision can lead to "bad" things. And vice versa. And, to some degree, I think we have to surrender to the unknown. And I have felt better choosing to spread love & understanding than strongly taking a side.

 What I hadn't viscerally felt until very recently was the deep sense of gratitude that I now feel for the people & things who came before me. Who chose to play their role passionately so I could have the privileges (perceived good) that I have today.

Essentially one generation ago, I wouldn't have been able to live the life that I'm living... 

There would've been no question that I'd get married, take my husband's last name, have children. I have done none of those.

I could've been a teacher or secretary or social worker. Instead, I got to work my way up a corporate ladder. And then leave it. 

There would have been essentially no opportunity for me to get a loan or own a house or a business. I do/have done all three.
Today, with tears in my eyes, I put on the pair pants that started it all.
And with so much love and gratitude, I cast my vote.
Although I know what I believe is in the best interest of our country, I also know that I will never fully understand the ripple effect of whatever the outcome will be.
And with that in mind, what I find myself deeply feeling is the desire that everyone get out and vote with their heart.
With the sum of their life experiences.
With respect & appreciation for the life experiences that led others' to their votes.
And with a sense of awe & gratitude for the fact that they are able to participate.

How (and why) I #BAMF

How (and why) I #BAMF

From the outside, everyone looks like they’re doing ok.
But on the inside, we are all struggling.
We want to project a certain image into the world. But by doing that, we’re hiding who we really are.

We beat up on ourselves. More than we realize.
And we operate from places of fear and insecurity, instead of kindness and love.
And when we do that, we beat up on others too.

Is it possible that four letters on your arm can be a reminder that you are already more than enough?

I think it was about a year ago that a new (at the time), particularly bad@$$ friend of mine gave me a bracelet with beads that spelled out BAMF. And it took me a minute -- which really means way more than a minute -- to acclimate. Because I don't think of myself that way.

I am an overthinker.
I am super-sensitive and way more insecure than most people imagine.
I happen to know that a lot of what I've accomplished has been motivated by fear.
Fear of failure.
Fear of embarrassment.
Fear of not fitting in.
Fear that nobody else will take care of me if I don't take care of myself.
Ultimately, probably, fear of not being loved.

But I started wearing that bracelet. And I started to notice that it helped me feel secure like I do when I put on a great pair of (Superfun Yoga) pants.
I find confidence.
I find strength.
I find kindness for myself and others.
And I find myself smiling at strangers on the street.

So let’s start a movement.

Let’s stand in our own power.
Let’s treat ourselves and others with kindness.
Let’s know that we are Beautiful And Most Fabulous
Let’s Be Authentic My Friends
Let’s walk tall, like the BAMFs that we are!

#BAMF Bracelet
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