The day before Valentine’s day was wonderful - I had checked off all of my to-do’s, bought my husband Jacob’s gift, had a card prepared for him, and was finishing up some cleaning in our room when all of a sudden I felt it.
We’ve all been there, you have been working nonstop for 50 hours, you have no end in sight and everything in your business is bursting into flames in the middle of the desert where there is no water for miles to put anything out.
Sisterhood - a word that I associate with magical blue jeans that fit multiple shaped teenage girls (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go read the book). For others, it may mean their sorority, their actual sisters, or their best friends from high school. The word can stir up emotions of pride in our identity and for others, it can stir up jealousy, betrayal, anxiety or feeling ‘left-out’ by a group we’ve longed to be a part of.