I know I’m not perfect, and so perhaps it feels a little hypocritical to say Peace out to this succubus with the Coach purse. There’s a point though where my jaw is clenched, my eye is twitching, and I have to say 'Enough'.
I wanted to write a few words of guidance for my daughter, and although this letter began as something solely for her, as I reread it, I realized that it's a letter for all of us -- young, old, daughter, son, mother, father... human. Take what you like, leave the rest behind.
I have heard many times in breakups with lovers, or fights with friends, that they have felt I had not been genuine. I was being genuine, but I was more interested in creating conversation about change rather than inspiring action for change.