I am usually not into cat pics, but I started the year posting this on social media because it so accurately described my mood at that time:
I felt melancholic after a lovely holiday break, I was grumpy because we had to postpone the WOMEN'S HUB day *again* and all the social media posts with goals for the new year and early successes made me think mean thoughts.
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You know what you really shouldn’t do? Donate blood when you just recovered from long COVID, and your iron levels and blood pressure are at an all-time low. Guess what I did? Yup… Even after retesting
I always feel ashamed when my imposter syndrome comes up again. As a coach, I should know better than to let my inner critic run the show, right? But I have to admit I was living the definition of imp
My ski instructor was a 61-year old farmer named Joshi, who consistently called me ‘Mädel’. I can’t say my inner feminist and him got along right from the start (when I told him my name wasn’t Mädel,