Oh yes you can. Yes you can get out of bed. Yes you can walk the dog in the rain. Yes you can answer every email, every text, every everything. Yes you can ask for the laundry to be delivered. Yes you can go for a long walk. Yes you can read Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking again. Yes you can. This is my mantra, this yes. Yes, I can. Yes I can. Yes I can speak up. Yes, yes, yes. Shonda Rhimes wrote in The Year Of Yes, “I am not lucky. You know what I am? I am smart, I am talented, I take advantage of the opportunities that come my way and I work really, really hard. Don’t call me lucky. Call me a badass.” Read that again. That affirmation, the self-validation. No one else can provide it for you, for me. Only you can, only I can. That’s the Yes. Stay with it. Yes, yes you can. All the things that have had NO attached to it? Discard, delete, dis. Go with your gut, your yes.
I’m not a fan of Senator Collins, but this is not cool.
Elizabeth Warren is a bad ass, end of story, leave me alone.
Jill Soloway is an inspiration to me.
Always interested in Jenna Jameson.
Running for office, as a woman.
Winter is coming, so maybe a pair of Everlane cashmere sweatpants might help you on some of those cold nights.
Looking after your face.
And now have a laugh with Sydnee Washington.