Two girls entered a wood . . . which one are you?

I enjoyed this so much. I hope you will, too. Her writing is phenomenal.

candidkay

One emerged a skillful, confident woman; the other remained a helpless girl.

The question, friends, is–which one are you?

I come from a seemingly long line of independent women, women who did not always follow societal norms.

So those girls in college who gushed about who they wanted to marry when they graduated? Yeah, I didn’t quite get that. I had some things I wanted to accomplish first.

I write a lot about being raised to be an independent woman in this blog. But that doesn’t mean brittle. I love love. I love a man’s man who goes gaga over babies and dogs. I cannot help but smile when I see the couple holding hands over the table at the restaurant. A gent heading to a door with flowers, scrubbed clean and smelling great—well that’s hard to beat.

I welcome all of these things. I just do not chase them.

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