I don’t mean that in a behavioral kind of way and this is not going to be a #GIRLSTALK about how you should not put yourself out for dating that much or anything like that.
What I want to talk about in this post, is something a lot of bloggers have already mentioned: The ruthlessness of the industry.
Leaving at twelve is not going to be a Cinderella story about how I had to leave early and met the love of my life. Actually this is not even about love at all.
Except if you count work and your work place as something you love… Okay I am not talking about if or how much I love my work places either. Might get me in trouble (I’m kidding).
Some years ago I started working a few hours a week at a big company because I was looking for a job I could do while studying full time. Back then I was still working on my bachelor degree but well… working doesn’t hurt your resumé and definitely not your wallet.
Anyways, so I ended up to be a working student there with limited hours.
Famous words sung by Fergie. Where else would such lines fit better than the first Sex and the City movie!?
Without a doubt, I’m a sucker for labels.
“Yes.” seems to be the answer to a lot of things.
I know people who scream “hell yeah” when they are asked for help, they answer every question asked and feel fulfilled by nodding and doing whatever they can to help, rescue and comfort other people.
And sometimes those people learn the hard way that “yes” is not always the answer.
Saying yes to everything sometimes leads to
I grew up in a world I felt safe in. It was a place of freedom and unity. I was born into a world my great-grandparents and grandparents fought for and even almost destroyed it, a place the generation of my parents tried to rescue. I was a child with