I was born to be a mother

I was born to be a mother

This piece came to me this morning. It started with the title. Once sentence. I felt the calling to come and sit down and just start writing. I had no clear idea of what was going to come next, although I had a vague idea. This thought and sentence has been present in my life in different levels of intensity and awareness.

It feels a little bit uncomfortable to publish it, yet, the calling to do it, is here and I feel I must abide. One deep breath, and I press ‘publish’.

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Mud, Sweat & Fear: The Journey to Braveheart

Mud, Sweat & Fear: The Journey to Braveheart

Online Snapshots versus Reality

I must say, I love all those stories of the successful turning around from nothing to lots. If you are coming here for that, you will be disappointed, there are loads of those all over the internet. This is me, right in the middle of the muddy, messy part of my life, of having my own business and not being successful, yet.

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I wanted to be a boy when I grew up

I wanted to be a boy when I grew up

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a boy. You see, in my house being a boy meant that you were more intelligent, stronger, taken more seriously and you did not have to be emotional because boys don’t cry. There were a whole lot of other reasons. I was told at some point how this scientific study showed that women were not able to be good at maths. I believed it, I accepted I was not good at maths, and never tried to be any better.

This might not sound like an obvious start for a post on Feminine Power, but read on. It will make sense in the end.

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