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text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-8TWRX-Q7egk\/XRZOPAjaluI\/AAAAAAAAG6Q\/YNGG4A0CvnUnuJALTKtFPdHKjwyeMOcnwCLcBGAs\/s1600\/B7E62DE1-E17E-426A-AF6B-BCD61B5E597B.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Ci style=\"-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: \u0026quot;times\u0026quot;;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E \"This is why I \u003Cb\u003Ehate\u003C\/b\u003E working with \u003Cb\u003Ewomen\u003C\/b\u003E.\"\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-kerning: none;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Yeah, rough. But he said that to \u003Ci\u003Eme\u003C\/i\u003E. And well, okay maybe it wasn't a face to face encounter, but still it was as though ten different women all rose up from inside of me to defend me. The justice part wanted to defend myself. The encourager wanted to soothe where his words hurt. The peacemaker wanted to ensure both sides left feeling fine. The mother inside wanted to comfort me. And the heroine wanted to shelter myself and save the day. Yet as I felt my blood starting to boil, all I really wanted to do was to attack him. I wanted to tear him down and belittle him, hoping it would make him feel as small as he had just made me feel. Unfiltered, I dumped out all my feelings to my husband. Saying all the things I wish I was brave enough to say to his face. Ugly things like, \u003Ci\u003E\"Well, I hope you don't talk to your wife and daughter like that, you misogynistic prick.\"\u003C\/i\u003E But in the end, and with my husbands wisdom, I closed my messages and cried. Actually, I \u003Ci\u003Esobbed;\u003C\/i\u003E and for no less than an hour. It hurt. Like \u003Ci\u003Ereally hurt\u003C\/i\u003E. I felt helpless and that he was getting away with treating me\u0026nbsp; so horribly. Every part of me ached with a longing of vindication to be done on my behalf.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-AFyt09cxGqQ\/XRZEN0TMagI\/AAAAAAAAG5A\/kdtVhuT62PMx6D1hhzhGx899DLrhvbz5ACLcBGAs\/s1600\/0F6FDDCD-480F-41A2-84C3-DF4AA068CB18.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Have you ever felt like this? I'm sure if you're reading this and are a women—you have. I have, especially being a smaller woman I feel powerless on many occasions. It's not the story of my life but it was a familiar melody that when it does occur my own tune responds with a fight. The truth is, no\u003Cbr \/\u003Eone can take your power away. Your voice and perspective is the most valuable thing about you.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E \u0026nbsp; After I sobbed for sometime, my husband checked in on me and helped walk me through forgiveness. It was painful. Like taking a thorn out of my skin kind of painful. I didn't want to do it, but I knew that holding on to it was only hurting me. Un-forgiveness turns into resentment and bitterness. Resentment and bitterness is like a poison. If left unattended, it can filter in to other parts of your life leaving damage in its tracks.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-4w1Obq_jfWE\/XRZEaCV1K8I\/AAAAAAAAG5Q\/L3NjHCnzMCscti5SyvhbHkZ5hk1HmjscQCLcBGAs\/s1600\/60C71F44-817D-45FA-8B66-1E8F13E3855A.JPG\" style=\"text-align: center;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;As I released all the pain I felt, I honestly didn't feel better. I felt nothing. But all I could think about was how there was a God who experienced more betrayal and pain than I could even fathom yet he still did not hold it against humanity. He wore everything I've ever done plus the sin of the world and still forgave. He never once spoke out to defend himself. He humbly sacrificed his life because he knew I could never pay that debt. That's the scandal of the gospel though. There is forgiveness for both the abused and the abuser. Believing in Jesus and \u003Ci\u003Eacting\u003C\/i\u003E like him requires a strength of will. I was reminded how much that is easier said than done. Forgiveness probably being the biggest one. My heart wanted justification, but I knew I may never get it. But forgiveness says, \"\u003Ci\u003EI forgive because I know Someone who never holds my worse days against me\u003C\/i\u003E.\" So if He forgave, \u003Ci\u003Eso can I\u003C\/i\u003E. I am not saying what the man said to me was right, but that is not my decision to be his judge and juror. And quite frankly, that is above my pay grade. What I do know is that it releases me to stop holding judgements against him, or others for that matter, and to just see them as God sees him: a \u003Ci\u003Eson\u003C\/i\u003E. Again, \u003Ci\u003E\u003Cb\u003Eway\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/i\u003E easier said than done.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"1067\" data-original-width=\"1600\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-kWi5sa_Bhhg\/XRZEji6JFOI\/AAAAAAAAG5s\/A7I3y4VpDc8livyXF_1z34qQTxNKi-lNwCLcBGAs\/s1600\/E3AA88DE-CBA2-48E3-B8D8-CE8D1907EF66.JPG\" \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;As I took several days to process this event, I began to think about women's roles in the marketplace. Did you know that women are killing it in the US marketplace right now? According to the National Association of Women Business Owners, more than 11.6 million firms are owned by women generating $1.7 trillion in sales as of 2017 (1). Woman-owned business are more likely to have a business that gives back or have some sort of justice cause. From 2017 to 2018, women owned businesses of color grew by 163%. Female ownership grew this year alone in health, beauty, and fitness industries by 55% from the prior year (2). Also statistically women are more likely to start a new business than obtain a pre-established franchise. Women are paving the way!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u0026nbsp; I've seen women do incredible things in my lifetime, from starting from the ground up and becoming a household name to raising small humans who are kind and powerful. There is no glass ceiling for women because they are powerful, compassionate, generous, kind, hella-strong, and more than capable to accomplish their dreams. So, with that said, no I do not think working with women is something to hate. It's something that should be celebrated!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Exx\u003Cbr \/\u003ELuna\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cspan style=\"font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;\"\u003E1. Statistics found on the National Association of Women Business Owners website. To see full the statistic on \"The State of Women Businesses 2017\" click \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/about.americanexpress.com\/news\/docs\/2017-State-of-Women-Owned-Businesses-Report.pdf\"\u003EHERE\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003Cbr \/\u003E2. \u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/www.guidantfinancial.com\/small-business-trends\/women-in-business\/\"\u003ETrends on 2019 Women Owned Businesses\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/860541174819803730"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/860541174819803730"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2019\/06\/why-i-hate-working-with-women.html","title":"Why I Hate Working With Women"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-8TWRX-Q7egk\/XRZOPAjaluI\/AAAAAAAAG6Q\/YNGG4A0CvnUnuJALTKtFPdHKjwyeMOcnwCLcBGAs\/s72-c\/B7E62DE1-E17E-426A-AF6B-BCD61B5E597B.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466337366809654687.post-3856044613627667880"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-15T23:46:00.000-06:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-05-16T07:57:38.951-06:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"things I'm afraid to tell you"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"things i'm afraid to tell you."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"400\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-DLNDBMchxJY\/T7LoQGOhnvI\/AAAAAAAAAtc\/X0QwZ5F7ccY\/s400\/finalpic.jpg\" width=\"396\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003EIn the little world of blogging there has been a \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/makeundermylife.com\/things-im-afraid-to-tell-you-the-movement\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\"mini-movement\"\u003C\/a\u003E to show that there isn't this perfect lives of those who do blogs. It was started a normal lady who just wanted an honest to blogging experience with her readers. You can check out the first post \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/makeundermylife.com\/things-im-afraid-to-tell-you\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EHERE\u003C\/a\u003E, if you'd like. I thought is was so clever, as did others, that even more popular bloggers started to jump aboard, like \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.creaturecomfortsblog.com\/home\/2012\/5\/3\/things-im-afraid-to-tell-you.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003ECreature Comforts\u003C\/a\u003E and \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/cocokelley.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/things-im-afraid-to-tell-you.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003ECocoKelly\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u0026nbsp;Life isn't perfect and neither are we. Blogging, or even the internet, shouldn't allow society to put on a facade of perfect. We are people, and our mistakes shape us, even if they are dumb. So, hang on tight, because here it goes: all honest, all uncensored things that I'm afraid to tell you.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E1.\u003Ci\u003E I am just as insecure as the next girl\u003C\/i\u003E.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003EOf course, it was probably worse when I was younger. I have the same struggles with looks, weight, and intelligence like every person does. \"Am I pretty enough?\" or \" Does this make me look fat?\" but more often than not \"Am I smart enough?\" Everyone goes through this! And if you say you don't you are not being honest with yourself. \u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E2. \u003Ci\u003EI carry on coversations with myself\u003C\/i\u003E.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003EAnd quite a bit, too. Sometimes I even have conversations about why I am talking to myself, and then I laugh because it's so ridiculous. I'm convinced that I probably talk more to myself than the average person. They are usually of conversations I might have or want to have, things I've should have said, hypothetical situations, or I'm giving a speech of some sort. I've probably even preached to myself, I'm not really sure, but I wouldn't put it past me.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E3. \u003Ci\u003EI keep people at a distance because I am scared to be vunerable.\u003C\/i\u003E I've had to work at this one a lot and I can say that I have improved, but there stil are times when I keep myself so guarded because I don't want to let people in. It is very hard for me to be vunerable, but now I have learned I shouldn't try to hold it all in, and the meaningful relationships that I make are there for a reason.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E4.\u003Ci\u003E I am constantly checking my phone in the car because I am afraid that I might have called somebody on accident and they have heard me singing the whole way home.\u003C\/i\u003E This still has yet to happen, but I don't want to let my guard down . You can never be too safe.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E5.\u0026nbsp;\u003Ci\u003EI don't dance\u003C\/i\u003E. Mainly, because I've never been taught or even tried. I will do the \"group dancing\" activites like the cupid shuffle or something along those line. However, truely dancing is not what I do. There are some occasions where I am cooking by myself and Frank Sinatra and I've danced a little, but there are never any witnesses. :)\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E6. \u003Ci\u003EI have no idea what my future holds for me.\u003C\/i\u003E This both terrifies me and excites me. Just recently my life has taken me from my comfort zone of Texas to Colorado. I could have never in a million years predicted that. I have never regretted the choice, and there still are times when I wonder what would have happened had I have stayed, but the unpredictability of life makes it an adventure. I want to be someone who always puts myself in situations that will allow my faith to grow. I don't want to be someone who sets myself up so well in life that I will never have to ask for God's help.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003EOuch! A few of those hurt- but it's honest! I don't have it all together, and I don't pretend to either.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-R5arOVB5vSI\/T7Ms16UzHdI\/AAAAAAAAAt4\/xRwLGVjUaDE\/s1600\/Untitled-12.png\" \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: justify;\"\u003E\n\u003Cspan class=\"Apple-style-span\" style=\"font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/3856044613627667880"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4466337366809654687\/posts\/default\/3856044613627667880"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.lunasloves.com\/2012\/05\/things-im-afraid-to-tell-you.html","title":"things i'm afraid to tell you."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Luna_Sallett"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/10460554393333812000"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-DLNDBMchxJY\/T7LoQGOhnvI\/AAAAAAAAAtc\/X0QwZ5F7ccY\/s72-c\/finalpic.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"}}]}});