Success, at home and in the workplace, requires us to take charge of our mindset and manage the negative thoughts and beliefs stored within
Where I fall on someone else's sexiness meter is none of my business either. I love writing sex scenes. I have a naughty sense of humor. I love dressing sexy. I have four tattoos. At almost 38, I may be racy and over-the-top to some at times.
Over the past decade, my strategies and perspective on dating have evolved, and I feel better about the process.
Self-confidence is a matter of perception, and the good news is that if one does not have it naturally, it can be developed.
Image credit: Self Discovery by Rita Loyd I am a Korean-American immigrant. My family came to the US in 1988. I was 10 years old. Like many im...
The contemporary kid's dawn-to-dusk schedule runs over an unusual fact: The most crucial, the most fussed-about, the most prideful chunk of the long-ago kid's education is gone. Completely absent. One-hundred-percent missing in action.
The day I learned not to measure my own beauty and self-worth by others' reactions is the day I began seeing myself in my best angles and light. So post away, lovers of thy selfies, and make no apologies. Love who you are and everyone who cares for you will continue being additions to the love you already have for yourself.
Live from the inside out. That's my motto for the year. I have put the kibosh on following social convention and fulfilling other's expectations. Living in a box of someone else's making leaves little room for sharing your gifts with the world.
I use my grandmother's wedding silver every single day. I wore my brand-new "good" blouse to go teach a workshop last night. I made seven-hour slow-...
I have awesome mentors that inspire me and hold me accountable and I also happen to have awesome mentees who are enthusiastic about learning and are like my extended family.
When I was 20, I came home from college with a broken finger. The doctor couldn't quite understand how a football caused a fracture near the knuckle of my ring finger. It made sense that he couldn't make sense of it. Because I didn't break it playing football. I broke it hitting Brad.
Valentine's Day is coming, and if the oncoming barrage of heart-shaped paraphernalia has you massaging your attributes like worry beads, I'd like to suggest an alternative. What if instead of parsing yourself into a bunch of pleasing qualities, you honored the mass of humanity you are?
In a small way, we are co-creators of the Internet every time we log on, send a text or upload a photo. In what might seem to be in an insignificant way, we add to the tone, tenor and nature of the web by our actions, by what we contribute and by what we choose not to respond to.
We all tell ourselves in some way, probably every day, that we are lacking, or sometimes even just bad: Our bellies are squishy and fat, our legs look...
Being the best caretaker, mom, dad or friend doesn't mean it's always about putting them first. The nice girl will live her life for others then wake up one day and wonder where her life went. If it fuels you (and you can tell if you feel awake and alive vs. tired and sluggish) then do it. Otherwise, it's time to let some of it go. Make arrangements for help and then use that free time for things that do make you feel alive.
I am my harshest critic. I know I am not unique and I am not the only one this applies to. I challenge everyone to just pause and appreciate where you are today without any expectations. Be patient with yourself. You are right where you are supposed to be.