In my twenties, this whole meeting guys, dating, and coupling seemed to happen easily and organically. Was it because I was too young and naive to be picky? Has age and life experience elevated my expectations to impossibly high? Are there simply less available men in the forty to fifty age range? Has on-line dating ruined authentic connections and courtship? Or do I just suck?
I was PMSing and quickly getting sucked into a "woe-is-me" attitude. All I wanted was a pity party for one, complete with red wine, dark chocolate and freshly popped popcorn to soothe my soul. The thought of putting on an emotional mask to go out into public felt exhausting. But I'd already purchased a ticket to see "Break Through" presented by Pole Speak at Body & Pole.
If Brene Brown lived in my head, perfectionism would no longer hinder my productivity, stifle my creativity or inhibit my vulnerability. The little voices in my head that insist "I'm still not good enough" would miraculously disappear.
