Greetings, you body rocker bitches. Hellllllllll yeah. Can you tell what the topic will be for today?? Yes, I know. It’s been waaaaaaaay more of a foreva than last time’s foreva since I posted a new blog. Honestly, it’s been foreva since I’ve come up for air from this whirlwind summer...
Greetings, you body rocker bitches. Hellllllllll yeah. Can you tell what the topic will be for today?? Yes, I know. It’s been waaaaaaaay more of a foreva than last time’s foreva since I posted a new blog. Honestly, it’s been foreva since I’ve come up for air from this whirlwind summer...
Do me a favor. No, do yourself a favor. Find a hobby. I racked my brains for weeks – no, months – NO, YEARS to figure out a hobby. Did a major in college count as a hobby?? What about work? Is your job considered a hobby? You spend most of your awake hours doing it, so I guess...
Gah, where do you even start with a topic as vague and general as travel? How in the hell do I summarize something as meaningful and life changing in a single blog post? I can’t. But I have to start somewhere. So I guess I’ll start with the “where” of travel. In my...
So, the way I see it, there are two kinds of “trapped” feelings. You have one where you’re kinda like: OH DEAR GOD – I HAVE NO ESCAPE ROUTE. NO PLAN B. Then you start sweating, feeling light-headed, and start thinking of all the ways you’re going to die. This is...
Hi, my name is Madison, and I’m burnt out. ← The weight of this sentence, man…. I’m scared to type it. Scared to think it. Scared to even acknowledge this thought in my brain because that makes it real. But, I don’t know how to fix it. I just want the burnout to go away! I just want to...
March 27th at around 1pm, my dad walked in the door of our photography studio and said this: “You know the strangest thing just happened to me…” I don’t know why. Maybe it was the tone in his voice, but I just knew something was wrong. Long and super depressing story short, we went...
Once upon a time…there was a girl named Madison. <–That’s me. Madison found her prince charming, and they lived “happily” ever after. Until two years later, when his voice saying, “I’m just not attracted to you” kept playing on repeat in her brain...
Greetings, you body rocker bitches. Hellllllllll yeah. Can you tell what the topic will be for today?? Yes, I know. It’s been waaaaaaaay more of a foreva than last time’s foreva since I posted a new blog. Honestly, it’s been foreva since I’ve come up for air from this whirlwind summer...
Do me a favor. No, do yourself a favor. Find a hobby. I racked my brains for weeks – no, months – NO, YEARS to figure out a hobby. Did a major in college...
Gah, where do you even start with a topic as vague and general as travel? How in the hell do I summarize something as meaningful and life changing in a single blog post...
So, the way I see it, there are two kinds of “trapped” feelings. You have one where you’re kinda like: OH DEAR GOD – I HAVE NO ESCAPE ROUTE. NO PLAN B...
Hi, my name is Madison, and I’m burnt out. ← The weight of this sentence, man…. I’m scared to type it. Scared to think it. Scared to even acknowledge this thought in my...
Greetings, you body rocker bitches. Hellllllllll yeah. Can you tell what the topic will be for today?? Yes, I know. It’s been waaaaaaaay more of a foreva than last time’s foreva since I posted a new blog. Honestly, it’s been foreva since I’ve come up for air from this whirlwind summer...
Do me a favor. No, do yourself a favor. Find a hobby. I racked my brains for weeks – no, months – NO, YEARS to figure out a hobby. Did a major in college count as a hobby?? What about work? Is your job considered a hobby? You spend most of your awake hours doing it, so I guess...
Gah, where do you even start with a topic as vague and general as travel? How in the hell do I summarize something as meaningful and life changing in a single blog post? I can’t. But I have to start somewhere. So I guess I’ll start with the “where” of travel. In my...
So, the way I see it, there are two kinds of “trapped” feelings. You have one where you’re kinda like: OH DEAR GOD – I HAVE NO ESCAPE ROUTE. NO PLAN B. Then you start sweating, feeling light-headed, and start thinking of all the ways you’re going to die. This is...
Hi, my name is Madison, and I’m burnt out. ← The weight of this sentence, man…. I’m scared to type it. Scared to think it. Scared to even acknowledge this thought in my brain because that makes it real. But, I don’t know how to fix it. I just want the burnout to go away! I just want to...
I’m a 28 year-old divorced wedding photographer (gotta love the irony there). This is my journey to becoming an independent and badass chick, who refuses to settle. Travel, money, divorce, sex, and all the emotional shit that comes in between.... Maybe, in the past, these are topics I would have tried to sweep under the rug, but I figured it was time to stop apologizing for who I am and what I like. That’s part of being FemStrong.
