October 2016 is when I realized that pink-washing everything may be vital in fighting this disease, but it was nowhere near enough. Because breast cancer is so goddamn much more than a pink ribbon. Bringing awareness to the disease, and even donating the proceeds to research, doesn’t touch on the lives of the women who are in the trenches. Actually fighting it.
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Screw This Shit, I’m Out
For all of my decision making life, I’ve been a people-pleaser. It’s not even something I realized about myself until a few months ago, because it’s such a huge part of who I am.
I’ve always believed you get out of the world what you put into it. If all you put out is anger and negativity, that’s what you’d get back from the universe. But if you put good out there, if you helped others and took care of them, you’d get goodness and light back.
No, I Don’t Have My Shit Together, Thanks.
My first thought was, “Oh, shit, I do not have my life together enough to be a grandmother.”
