I saw something this week that stopped me mid-scroll.
You don't find yourself. You build yourself.
I agree 100%. Because to me, "finding yourself" always sounded like something had gone missing. Like the lip gloss at the bottom of my purse.
Building is different. Building is badass. You're in the driver's seat.
For me right now, building looks like daring myself. How I dress, what I wear, what I'm willing to try. I live in Philadelphia. In this city, nobody judges. The more yourself you are, the more people lean in.
Some days I'm all for it. Some days I just want sweats. Both are fine. The point is to own it.
And I am owning more of my life now than ever before.
TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
There Is No Right Way to Be a Woman.
You know that feeling of never quite getting it right? Turns out that's not a you problem. Read this one.
THE REFLECTION
What Happens When You Lose Someone You Already Lost.
She hadn't spoken to him in years. Then she got the news. This is a coffee conversation waiting to happen.
That piece reminded me of Lily King's Heart the Lover — one of the better books in a while. First love, time passing, the past showing up when you least expect it. If you haven't read it yet, move it to the top of the list.
THE WILDCARD
Retirement Wasn't Always a Thing.
My youngest graduates in May. First real job, first 401k in June. It got me thinking about where this whole concept even came from. Turns out someone invented it. And not for the reasons you'd think.
My answer:
Easy. Pitruco pizza truck. Shows up every Thursday night at the corner of 9th and Fitzwater. They sell out fast. Mushrooms and caramelized onions. It's heavenly.
