I love the movies. They give me a chance to explore new worlds, fall in love and expand my mind while laughing, crying and cheering. In honor of Women’s History Month, it only seems appropriate that I celebrate with some of my favorite movies featuring women. Now I am not a movie critic, nor have I seen every movie ever released (thus no Beaches, Steel Magnolias, 9 to 5, Waiting to Exhale or The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants), so I won’t even pretend that this is a comprehensive, definitive list. It’s not. It is, however, a list of my personal favorites and movies I watch when I need a “hear me roar” moment.
We’re pals, right? We tell each other secrets without shame or judgment. Right? Well, I’m about to share a big secret with you: I have dry skin. Like so dry that alligators feel sorry for me. 😀 Okay, that may not be a deep, dark secret but it drives me nuts because dry skin is kind of gross. Or a lot gross.
Do you remember being graded on a curve? I remember being the person who ruined the curve a few times. And also the person who got horribly punished by curve grading too. 😀 This month it felt like I was grading on a curve after two phenomenal books last month. I shouldn’t compare, but I’m only human! And amazing books linger and linger and linger.
Shoulders curved. Head low. Feet shuffling.
I am woman.
Proud bearing. Strong heart. Keen mind.
I am woman.
I won’t lie: I ain’t perfect. But you already knew that, right? I am imperfectly human, full of bright ideas, big dreams and passion. Smart, compassionate and strong. I am also a human klutz, ding-dong, obtuse, tunnel-vision impaired and odd. Today, I’m focusing on the latter and sharing some stories that well … maybe don’t paint me in the best (intelligent) light but are very Tanya. Thankfully, I also believe laughter is the best medicine, even when it involves laughing at myself.
February has bid us adieu and it packed quite a punch for a short month! It still feels like there is a surreal-ness to this year. Am I the only one who feels this way? Some days I have to pinch myself (sometimes repeatedly) and ask myself “is this real?” and the answer appears to be “yes”. And sometimes I need multiple hugs from Max to carry on afterwards.