Over the weekend, while going KonMari on my closet, I stumbled upon a few relics that transported me back to one of the most insane times in my life...
Studying for the California Bar exam.
10 weeks. 12-hour study schedule. Countless anxiety dreams. And...
...the unforgettable sound of BARBRI Professor Peter Honigsberg tirelessly pleading with his scared shitless students to, "BE A SHEEP!"
His point was simple: passing the bar is tough, but relatively formulaic--follow the rules, be like everyone else, and you'll probably pass. (Note: "probably.")
Sage advice for the bar exam; disastrous, if applied to your fertility journey--too bad it took me years to figure that out.
Fertility isn't formulaic--yet for some strange reason, we treat it as such.
We are talking about the fucking miracle of life.
Even if there was a formula or "rules," they would be defined by something way bigger than us.
Nature routinely gives our "rules" the finger.
Who the hell wants to play by shitty rules that consider women over 35 "OLD" anyway?
If you want to beat the odds, you can't afford to be a sheep.
BE A UNICORN.
Question the rules.
Embrace your "too muchness."
Quit wishing for someone else's life--take control of your own.
Keep saying HELL YES.
YOUR baby is waiting for YOU on YOUR PATH--not someone one else's.
YOUR path may have some hair-raising twists and turns, but what's waiting at the end is far better than you even imagined--trust me.
Polish your horn and tell your baby, "Mama's coming!"
My ladies rock their unicorn horn.
They know the more themselves they become, the easier it is for their babies to spot them in a crowd!
Decide you will be one of them.
Change your mindset, change your results.