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What About Her Future? (opens the original)
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I cannot stop thinking about the woman at Cornell University.Maybe it’s because I’m a woman.Maybe it’s because I have my own history.Maybe it’s because every time a story like this comes across my screen, there is a part of me that already knows what comes next.Not the details.The questions.What was she wearing?How much did she drink?Did she take drugs?Why was she there?Why did she go upstairs?Why didn’t she leave?Why d
You’re Allowed to Renegotiate Your Life (opens the original)
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This morning, I was drinking my coffee and thinking about how easy it is to accidentally build a life.Not accidentally in the sense that you had no say in it.You did.You made choices.You took the job. You stayed. You left. You said yes. You said no. You loved people. You built relationships. You took on responsibilities. You decided what success was supposed to look like and started working toward it.And then you kept going.One decision became another decision, which became a routine, which beca
Being Able to Handle It Doesn’t Mean It’s Sustainable (opens the original)
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I’ve been thinking a lot about work lately.Not necessarily about what I do for work, but about the role work gets to have in our lives.I’ve been working in the legal field for almost 20 years.I know how to work hard.I know deadlines, demanding caseloads, long days, responsibility, and the pressure of knowing other people are depending on you to get your shit done.And for a very long time, I thought being good at my job meant being able to handle all of it.Whatever was asked.Whatever the pace.Wha
25 Years Later, I Still Remember What It Felt Like to Be United (opens the original)
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Twenty-five years. 🇺🇸 I keep saying that to myself today.Twenty-five years.There are things that happened five years ago that somehow feel like another lifetime, and yet I can still put myself inside a classroom on September 11, 2001.I was 16 years old.I remember sitting in physics class when the television was turned on.I remember watching.I remember knowing that something was very, very wrong while also not fully understanding what I was seeing.Then I went to government class, and we were stil
Some People Don’t Miss You. They Miss Their Access to You. (opens the original)
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There’s a sentence I’ve been sitting with lately:Some people don’t actually miss you. They miss having access to you.A little spicy? Maybe.But stay with me, because I don’t mean this in the internet version of CUT EVERYONE OFF. PROTECT YOUR PEACE. EVERYONE IS TOXIC.I actually hate that advice. Relationships are complicated. People are complicated. I’m complicated.I have hurt people.I’ve misunderstood people.I’ve reacted from my own stuff.I’ve stayed too long in some relationships and prob
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