When we grow up and become entrepreneurs, this mentality no longer serves us, and yet it still haunts us. We are no longer in a position where everything has to be perfect before we hand it in, yet we hesitate for fear of judgment. Grading requires a judging process that serves our education at that time, though even when we leave school and drop the grading system when we put something in the world people are still free to judge it. This fact can shake us to our core.
But, what is success, and how do we measure it? We don’t have many methods of calculating what success feels like, though we have many examples for what it looks like. Internal metrics of success keep us aligned and moving forward from a place of integrity. Entrepreneurs prioritizing heart over hustle need unique standards to hold ourselves to. This allows us to signal ourselves to keep going, know when to rework an idea, and ensures we are celebrating our multiple forms of achievement.
When I decided to take the leap from dabbling in freelancing to a full-blown business owner, I was terrified. I wondered if there was a place for a woman like me (intuitive and sensitive) in the patriarchal world of business.
I have shared honestly with my A Simple Alternative community that I experienced deep heartbreak last year. This experience, and how I survived its depths, have been shared in glimpses on social media, and I received more responses than I expected. Turns out, heartbreak is a common experience, who knew?
Almost everyday life offers me the opportunity to speak up for myself, and I’m left with one of two options: shy away, or take the opportunity. Depending on the situation, speaking up for myself normally makes my hands shake and head race around with fears. The most prevalent of which is: “If I say this thing I really need to say, this person will hate me."
“Anything you can do I can do bleeding” is a hoorah of some feminist movements. When I first heard it I felt my fist involuntarily pumping in the air in deep agreement. How many times have I had to sit through school, work, or a grueling gym class while menstruating just to prove that I am equal to a man? Not only equal but capable of showing up amidst deep physical pain. Of course, I’m drawn to sing along to this narrative, but here's the thing, equal doesn’t mean “same”.
No, I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s the answer to a question I’m asked all too often. A fury rises up in me when I hear it, and today I’m taking the opportunity to voice that anger, and offer some suggestions.
Ruin is a verb because letting go of what was takes effort, and time. It’s amazing how something ends, but we hang onto it for months, days, lifetimes. I don’t mean hanging on as in missing someone with tenderness, or thinking of fond memories, that's human, I mean hanging on as in grasping and clinging in resistance to the present moment, but of course, that's also human.
I'm very excited to share with you that today is the launch of Millennial Monthly! Millennial Monthly shares original content from amazing women with topics related to millennial life, slow living, and values based living. Today is our first post! August kicks off with freelance writer and artist Larell Scardelli. You can find Larell on her website lalalarell.weebly.com/ and on social media at @lalalarell and @fat.fig. Fat Fig is where you can find more of her wonderful illustrations! ~Brooke