![Fear is Tricking You. Here’s How… [Linda Part 2]](data:image/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciIHZpZXdCb3g9IjAgMCAxMDkwIDY1MCIgd2lkdGg9IjEwOTAiIGhlaWdodD0iNjUwIiBkYXRhLXU9Imh0dHBzJTNBJTJGJTJGZmVhcmxlc3NsaXZpbmcub3JnJTJGd3AtY29udGVudCUyRnVwbG9hZHMlMkYyMDIwJTJGMDQlMkZmaWctMTAtMDQtMjAyMF8xOS0yNy0zNC5qcGciIGRhdGEtdz0iMTA5MCIgZGF0YS1oPSI2NTAiIGRhdGEtYmlwPSIiPjwvc3ZnPg==)
When Linda first walked into the room, she was surprised there was no stage. That’s odd, she thought. I figured there’d be more people. And I’d just have to listen…. I hope it’s not one of those rah-rah gatherings. I don’t know what I’m going to tell Joe if this turns...
![Linda Should Have Known Better…[Linda Part 1]](data:image/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciIHZpZXdCb3g9IjAgMCAxMDkwIDY1MCIgd2lkdGg9IjEwOTAiIGhlaWdodD0iNjUwIiBkYXRhLXU9Imh0dHBzJTNBJTJGJTJGZmVhcmxlc3NsaXZpbmcub3JnJTJGd3AtY29udGVudCUyRnVwbG9hZHMlMkYyMDIwJTJGMDQlMkZmaWctMTQtMDQtMjAyMF8xNi0yNy0wNy5qcGciIGRhdGEtdz0iMTA5MCIgZGF0YS1oPSI2NTAiIGRhdGEtYmlwPSIiPjwvc3ZnPg==)
Linda should have known better. She and her husband, Joe, were almost out of the house when the phone rang. “Don't answer it,” Joe said. “We’re already late, and you know what’s going to happen.” Linda met her husband's eyes then quickly looked away. “Don’t worry....
It is the hardest thing to figure out. It is the hardest thing to do. And it is the thing you must do. I ignored it for years. I would laugh it off telling myself, "Of course I do." But the way I lived my life proved I didn't. What am I talking about? The elusive act...
There’s only one person you have to be today. Sure, you can be a great business person, a fabulous parent and a wonderful friend. All those things are delightful and amazing. But none of those matter if you compromise yourself to get the title “fabulous”...
That's the car she died in. The car she paid for with her own money. The car she bought after getting her driver's license at 35 years old. That car saved her. It's amazing how important our choices are. Maybe you don't think too much about every single choice you...
Where was my chemistry set? I hadn’t asked for a typewriter. It wasn’t even on my list. My disappointment was palatable. The words that popped out of her mouth next just broke me… She said, with a slight apology in her voice, “Chemistry sets are for boys, Rhonda. You’re a girl. You need to learn how to type.” I didn’t know what to say. Never in my short life had my mother pulled the gender card or implied in anyway I couldn’t do everything boys could do. I felt betrayed. By my own mother.
