THE THANKLESS JOB

How is it that mothers get one day, Mother's Day…but we bust our asses 365! AND when the day actually comes, why is it that we do exactly what we don't want to be doing. We end up spending it with people we love but we are def. not doing what we want to do?!?!? IS it wrong that I am totally bitter? Is it wrong that I would want a MOMENT of time to myself? Should I feel guilty that I am annoyed by the day? Lets discuss the fact that on Father's Day the day stops. I wake up, there's breakfast in bed, there's, "what do you want to do babe, hit some golf balls great go ahead I will watch the kids." Then off to spend the rest of the day with your dad (who thank god is alive when mine is not), come home watch your sports and shit before you go to bed. I mean WHATEVER!! AAA FUCK EVERYONE! :) Happy Sunday night…into Monday, UGH!! XOXO BTC

ONLY TIME WILL TELL...

I am still waiting for that moment when I realize that I am in the "right" place, a place I can feel completely comfortable again like I did in NYC. The time when I look around the room and feel like I can relate to the majority of women I am sitting with, until that time I will just "keep on keepin on!" It's May 3rd, my book now comes out Oct/Nov. 2015 and I am SO incredibly excited, anxious, frightened, and more importantly confident that this was what I was meant to do, to write, speak, share, and that it's what I have been missing for so many years when I worked in fashion. While my love for fashion is great, it's not quite my passion and without passion for what you do there can be no full feeling of fulfillment; it's just not possible. Aiden is sick with the bad cold that I gave her (poor thing), so Brian is off with Lila to a birthday party and we are just hanging out on my bed, watching movies and chilling in a way we don't often get to do! Saturday!! XOXO BTC