Let’s have a little chat about a little movie that came out a little while ago, shall we?

“Just Wright” is a romantic comedy/sports flick that was released in 2010, starring rapper-cum-actor Dana “Queen Latifah” Owens and rapper-cum-actor-cum-resident Drake hater Lonnie “Common Sense” Lynn.  Also in the cast, Paula Patton, Phylicia Rashad, James Pickens, Jr., Pam Grier and an All-Star roster of NBA star cameos.

Here’s my version of the story:

Stocky girl is physical trainer. Pretty cousin is gold digger.  Stocky girl and gold digger go to basketball game.  Gold digger likes star player.  Star player meets stocky girl at gas station. Stocky girl opens his gas tank for him. (True chivalry!) Stocky girl and gold digger end up at star player’s birthday party.  Star player falls in love with gold digger.  Stocky girl stands by, fully supportive.  Gold digger and start player get engaged.  Star player gets hurt.  Gold digger calls in stocky girl to help him recover and then ditches star player as damaged goods.  Stocky girl develops tough attitude to motivate star player, at no time demonstrating any feminine tendencies.  Star player begins to get sweet on stocky girl.  Star player gets better, paints stocky girl’s car and gives her a taste of the d to say thank you.  Stocky girl thinks she’s in the game.  Gold digger shows up and stocky girl gets kicked to the curb.  Star player gives gold digger another chance, but then realizes stocky girl is the one for him.  Star player & stocky girl end up happily ever after, with stocky girl becoming a trainer for star player’s team, thus giving her access to naked teammates in locker room.

We all caught up??  Good.

Here’s the most major of the issues I have with this whole movie:

SHIT LIKE THIS NEVER HAPPENS. EVER. IN. LIFE.

There are a select and elite group of women that, not unlike the Paula Patton character, spend their time calculating, planning and plotting how to get into the “right” circles to mix and mingle with professional athletes, in the hopes of being permanently put on or at the least, impregnated.  They are far more stealth than the average groupie and often earn themselves face time with prominent figures in sports and music, thus becoming women of choice.  Look at Patricia Smith, wife of Emmitt, for example.  She was married to Martin Lawrence for a year and then later moved on to Emmitt.  That’s a helluva starter husband, but I’m sure she ran in the right circles to even get to that point.

That being said, a Latifah-esque physical therapist ain’t getting next to a Common-esque star player romantically.  Could you see Latifah as one of the “Baskeball Wives”??  Chicks would be getting chin checked every episode.  Eff some water throwing.

Another major issue I had with the story was the amount of shade that Coffy Pam Grier was throwing at her “daughter”.  I mean, damn.  How’s your mom just going to count you out of the dating game and pass on family heirlooms to a makeshift cousin?  For a mother, her character was a mother.  If it weren’t for the father telling Latifah that she was worth a damn, I would have expected her to jump off the nearest curb after Common dissed her to go back to the “salad eating chick”.

Why was Latifah so pressed to get a dude in this movie??  She was a successful physical therapist, recently purchased a home, appeared to be intelligent and was able to at least secure dates on her own.  Yet, she wasn’t all she could be because no man had validated her.  Wack-tastic.  Conversely, the gold digging, tragic mulatto Paula Patton character was happy-go-lucky and seemingly content in her unemployment and lack of accomplishment.  Finding a man was her job and, as long as Latifah was housing and feeding her, all was right with the world.

In 2012 (and even in 2010 when the movie was released), that kind of cavalier attitude towards self-preservation will lead to nothing but destruction.  Rich men are not as willing to take in a pretty face with no talents or contribution as they once were.  With the mogul wife being the continuing trend, these Maybach chasers have to show that they can earn their own Louboutin’s before  Big Daddy starts gifting, unless “Big Daddy” is Chad OchoCinco.  But, that’s a whole other post…

Funny thing about this movie is that as awful as the story is, I find myself watching it when I catch it on.  Secretly, I’m hoping that the story changes on my next viewing.  I don’t want to see another stocky/plus-sized/big girl portrayed as the second choice or the underdog.  I don’t want to see her counted out.  I guess I’m hoping that next time this story is told, she wins out of the gate.

Yeah, I’m delusional.

Did you love or hate “Just Wright”??

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When I first heard Chris Brown and Rihanna would be teaming up for a new track, my first thought was…WTF would she do that for?

I mean, on one level I get it. Having Chris Brown, the man who left her bloody and running for her life, on a track is “shocking.” And since “the incident,” the self-proclaimed rude gal has seemed to go out of her way to cultivate a “I don’t give a f*ck, I’ll do what I want” image. So it makes sense.

But, really Rih?

Dude went HAM on your face and threatened to kill you, and you repay him by letting him sing on your track? #Fail

Over the past few years, while Rihanna’s career has soared, Breezy has struggled to reclaim his fame. After “the incident” he lost major endorsement deals, and continued to fuel speculation that that night wasn’t a fluke. Instead of remaining humble, dude seemed to be competing for America’s Biggest Asshole whenever he was asked about what happened that fateful night.

And while I’m a firm believer in forgiving others and moving on…you gotta draw the line somewhere. And for me, beating someone so badly they look like their picture was pulled from an episode of Law & Order SVU is where I tap out.

But apparently money, buzz, and telling the world–yet again–you’re tough and don’t give a f*ck is worth more than any sort of role model status Rihanna has.

When word leaked that the two would be getting back together (at least on wax), people were upset. Twitter blew up, blogs talked about it, and everybody wondered if it was a good business move. While I think both camps subscribe to the “all press is good press” idea, some things are better left behind.

When I’ve spoken about my ambivalence surrounding Breezy, I’ve been told to simply get over it. And while it seems like a reasonable request considering I wasn’t the one getting wailed on in the Lambo, I just can’t.

My brain knows that Brown deserves forgiveness, like any human being, but my head, heart, and pocketbook? Nawl.

Just like I cannot divorce the thought of R. Kelly’s proclivities for underage girls (and Dave Chappelle’s ‘Piss On You’) from his extensive catalogue, I can’t just “get over” Brown’s tantrums, violence, and idiotic Twitter rants (and I’m not the only one). I can accept the fact that he messed up…and I forgive him for it…but forget? Probably not.

Forgiving and forgetting are strange bedfellows. Some people think that in order to do one (forgive) you have to do the other (forget), but it doesn’t really work that way.

Our memories don’t just go away once we “get over” the pain and anger someone caused us. They are still there, just below the surface. While we may no longer hold a grudge against those that did us wrong, we’ll still flinch if they get to close.

Despite not wanting to be a role model for young girls, Rihanna’s just that. And by allowing Brown to jump on a track with her, RihRih is sending a very real—and possibly dangerous—message to her young fans: it’s ok to invite your abuser back into your life as long as he says he’s sorry.

While I know Chris Brown and Rihanna shouldn’t be teaching kids about what relationships look like, the sad fact is that they do. When I was teaching, I was alarmed at the lack of real role models many kids have. Many of my students were searching for answers about life, about themselves, and about how to treat others, and do you know where they got it? From pop culture.

My male students ran around with an “I don’t love them hoes” mentality, while the girls were just trying to get over and stick dudes for their 13-year-old paper. Ridiculous.

So when people say that talking about Chris Brown and Rihanna ain’t that deep, point them in the direction of the nearest school and ask who their favorite artists are and if they’d like to be like them one day.

I bet you’ll be surprised.

Talk to me folks.

Does forgiveness have to come with forgetting? Or can you forgive, but never forget?

–xo,
cher chez le brit

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Well if you’re in L.A., you can find out!

Next week, Monday Feb. 27 from 5-8pm we’ll be hosting our first ever West Coast Tweet-up and this one will be special.

Not only will the WYCAB team be in the house, but we’ll be welcoming Chicago-based bloggers Luvvie and Afrobella to Los Angeles as they venture out West to cover this year’s Oscars awards.

Join us at Lucky Strike in Hollywood for an evening of food, drinks, and awesome conversation. Bring your business cards,  twitter handles–and if you’re brave–your bowling shoes.

You down? RSVP here.

(Details: Free entry, Happy Hour pricing until 8!)

See you soon!

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There’s something about Valentine’s Day that brings out the worst in people.

Judging by my Facebook news feed yesterday, there are a lot of bitter broads out there, and quite honestly, I’m sick of it. They’re starting to bring me down.

I mean, I get it.

A lot of my sistern have been done dirty in the love game. They’ve given their all to unworthy dudes. They’ve put up with some ignorant man’s bullshit. They’ve washed his dirty drawls until one day he packed up his duffel bag and bounced (peace to Maxine Shaw). So yes…I get it. But lemme ask you this:

How is being bitter working out for you?

Skeptical of love? I get that. Weary? I feel you. Apprehensive and love-shy? Yup, I understand that, too.

But how does one allow oneself to get to a point where you absolutely detest the thought of someone loving you?

Bitterness isn’t cute. (And I don’t just mean being in pain, I mean downright spitting on love, saying “fuck cupid” and “ALLLLLLLL men/women ain’t shit” type bitter. You know, the serious kind.).

As people, we are not solitary creatures. We are made to live in communities, to love somebody, to coexist. So swearing off all man/womankind because the last knucklehead did the ‘Cupid Shuffle’ on your heart is not only fair to the one who may be really trying to love you, but it’s also contrary to how we are at our core.

I understand wanting to take a break from dating. Hell, we’ve all been there.

But there’s a looooong distance between taking a break from “the game” and shitting on everyone else’s love-filled parade.

Folks, bitterness never led to anything positive.

Think about it. How many people do you know that are completely broken by the past? Are they living a happy life or are they wallowing in what happened to them way back in 2002?

Being single is not synonymous with being angry and bitter. We’re proof of that.

But the next time your friends (or, God forbid you), gets into Bitter Betty mode, hit them with this T.I. quote:

“Is you happy?”

What do you think? Why do people wallow in bitterness when it’s one of the least helpful emotions in our toolbox? 

Music is one of the most important parts of our lives. Whether we like it or not, when we deal with issues of the heart, we often search for the perfect song to fit our mood.

Whether we’re happily single, blissfully boo’d up, or single and ready to mingle (no Bitter Betty’s allowed…today lol), I’ve got a song for you.

Check it:

Here are a few songs to add to your list even if your relationship status is ‘it’s complicated’

For Lovers Only

Sade – Lover’s Rock: You CANNOT go wrong with Sade, whether you’re in love or trying to recover from it, she has something to fit any mood.

Maxwell – Fortunate: If you’re not in love this will make you really, really want to be boo’d up. I wouldn’t put this one for someone you’re ambivalent about or your situation might become even MORE complicated.

Anita Baker – Angel: This is a song for hardcover lovers. I’ve always pictured this song being played at my wedding. First dance steez.

I Think I Like You…A Lot! 

Frank Ocean – Thinking About You: You know that stage when you’re in like, but not quite love, but you can’t stop thinking about the person? That’s when you put on this song.

Bilal - Soul Sista: This song has always been a favorite. It’s just right on the border between I’m really, really feeling you and I love you. Play this is you’re trying to set the mood.

Kelis – Get Along With You: Kelis was truly ahead of her time. Play this when you’re trying to convince the object of your affection that you don’t need NOTHING but them.

I’m Single….and Ready to Mingle! 

Nina Sky – Move Your Body: If you can listen to this song without dancing, I can’t help you. This song is so damn bass heavy that I can’t help but busting a slow wine.

Beyonce – Get Me Bodied: I’m not the biggest Bey fan, but I can’t deny how infectious this song is and how much it makes me feel GOOD. Put this on when you’re headed out and need a little something extra is your strut.

Mariah Carey – The Roof ft. Mobb Deep: Ok, so maybe this is just a personal fav, but this song always makes me feel young and slightly daring. Perhaps it’s the addition of Mobb Deep or just the fact that it reminds me of high school, but M.C. had me with this one.

What’s on your V-Day playlist?

As of late, it seems like everyone’s an expert on how everyone else should be living.  Prime example ^^^^…

Yes, I’m going there today.

I have noticed more and more in my social networking exploration the cropping up of more and more self-appointed “relationship experts”, all focused on one specific demographic: The confused, misguided women folk that walk the earth in a daze, looking for that one man that holds the key to the Kingdom.

GLORY BE!!

But, wait!  Which one of the MANY men doling out advice via tweet/magazine article/blog/YouTube channel/smoke signal is the REAL expert??  Which one of these dudes is going to get me hitched and happy??

If you didn’t catch the heavy dosage of sarcasm just hurled at you, just stop reading now.

I don’t know if there was a 2-for-1 seminar/certification/Time Share presentation meeting at the local Marriott or what, but all of a sudden, there are more than a few new faces on the “expert” scene.  These men are ready, willing, and more than receptive to telling the Millennium woman what she’s doing wrong and  how exactly she can change her silly ways in order to snag that man she’s had her eye on for so very long.

The most famous of the new experts is, of course, Steve Harvey.  Initially known for his stand-up comedy as an introduction into American Pop Culture, Mr. Harvey has since been anointed “THE Relationship Expert”.  Am I the only one that missed that whole transition??  I mean, there was “Me & the Boys”, “The Steve Harvey Show” with Tasha Mack, “The Kings of Comedy” (which Bernie Mac slayed), his transition into radio and then, out of very thin air, relationship guru.  Is this the new natural progression?

Now, I must give credit where credit is due.  Mr. Harvey has a helluva marketing machine behind him and his brand.  When his initial literary offering “Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man” hit the scene, single, Black women started carrying and quoting that thing like the new, NEW testament.  I stopped talking to one of the homegirls because EVERY sentence started with “Well, Steve Harvey says…”

Girl…

With the success of this new wave of widespread Female Correction Therapy overtaking Black communities around the country, there became a need to micro-manage all of the women that needed a one-on-one handle of how to put all the wisdom and “game” brought down from the Modern Day Moses of Cleveland, Ohio.  *Cue the disciples*

While there are some relationship experts that offer actual services and have proven results, like Paul C. Brunson, there are many recent college graduates that are looking for a quick buck & know that women will pay if they think it will yield them results and a ring.

I read postings on twitter daily from one upstart “expert” that feels the need to dole out the most inane, one sided “advice” to women.

  “Ladies: If you’re interested in a man, give him “hints”. This will make him wonder what it is you want and work harder to figure it out!” 

“Ladies: When you speak to your ex in public, you show him that you forgive him for everything, and that he no longer has power over you.”

 My favorite tidbit that he shares is that he answers all questions submitted, but gives priority to paying customers.  Sir, stop.

I guess my greater issue with this whole movement is the fact that the focus is on the “flawed woman” and how we need to straighten up to get chose.  Otherwise, we will continue to find ourselves by ourselves.  Even more dangerous than the men charging women to tell them a whole bunch of nothing are the everyday guys who’ve come down with a case of Steve Harvey Syndrome.

These are the FB scholars  that wax poetic on the plight of the Black woman while still stocking their own stable.  The wouldn’t know how to treat or deal with a REAL woman in a monogamous, successful relationship if their lives depended on it.  Yet, they make a point to assign all those women that don’t cook daily and make their man’s plate to a life of Costco-sized battery purchases.

I am of the opinion that everyone needs to feel out a relationship for themselves, if they happen to be in one.  The real talk of the situation is that the numbers are skewed and there are less people interested in exclusivity and commitment than in past eras.  Add that fact to the male to female ratio and learn to find your happy place on your own.

No charge for this one.

Would you pay an unproven “expert” to help you find love ??  Have you been burned by an internet guru??

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I can’t believe that we have entered the 2nd month of 2012 already. 2011 was a pretty rough look for ya gyrl, but I’m happy to say…I made it! A part of “making it” was vowing to make changes that would find me living the best life meant for me. It took a lot of thought, a lot of pain, a lot of tears and a lot of lessons learned to determine that I wanted more…I wanted better and, in some instances, I wanted OUT. In a matter of 31 days, I’ve already done some things that I couldn’t was unwilling to do for…years. The ultimate decision to be a better me found me making other decisions to support that goal. And over the course of this year, I plan to continue and reach that goal.

Have you taken account of where you are currently? Do you know where you want to be? (#noDonellJones) Do you have a plan to get there? Here are a few tips to help make the most of your year…and your life.

• It’s ok to be selfish: Some women feel a certain way about focusing on themselves, but I need you to know that it is ok for you to turn your attention inward sometimes. It is customary for folks to make resolutions on New Year’s Day and/or their birthday, but whenever you decide to make changes in your life, take the time to reflect, give thanks and make a plan to move in the direction you’d like to go. Take the time to discover and honor what is most special about you. What are your hobbies? Do you make the time to do those things? If you don’t take the time to think about YOU, the only one that will suffer in the end is…YOU.

• Get fit/healthy: Maybe you’ve been on a weight yo-yo all of your life or as you’ve gotten older, you’ve realized that your body is not immune to injuries, sickness and unfortunately, disease. Some of these diseases may even be hereditary. It is important that we take the time to get and remain HEALTHY. Lower weight doesn’t always equal healthy, just like higher weight doesn’t always equal unhealthy. I can stand to lose a few pounds (shout out to the 10 that I released in January), but my numbers (blood pressure, cholesterol etc) are excellent. I’ve known of thin people who have suffered heart attacks…and died. It can go either way. I’m not saying that if you’re overweight that it’s ok as long as your numbers are good. The reality is that your numbers will not remain that way forever AND fat, particularly belly fat, can cause additional issues to arise. I’m not going out like that. I have diabetes and high blood pressure on my family tree, and after a few years of sliding up and down the scale, I’m completely and totally dedicated to getting fit and healthy and remaining that way. For the greater part of 2010 I was a gym rat. Along with eating better, I worked out 5-6 times a week and lost a total of 50 lbs. Today, my schedule is a total pain in the butt. But again, when you make a decision to do something, you will make follow-up decisions to support that goal. I have no idea how I will stick to a gym schedule at all, let alone the type of one I had before, but in the meantime I have dedicated myself to removing certain things from my diet and walking a little more until I can get back into the gym full-time. It’s the little things. As a Capricorn, I am somewhat the perfectionist. A lot of things that I want to do are delayed because I can’t often put my all into them the way that I’d like. I’m sure I’m not alone. But imagine the progress that could be made if you just take small steps. You may look up and have completed the entire journey. It’s with that in mind that I continue what I’ve begun.

•  End toxic relationships: Over the years, just like you can collect waste in your body from various foods etc, you can also collect various toxins left behind by friendships, relationships and family dealings. In 2012, it’s time to do a LIFE COLONIC. Everything (and everyone) that is not serving a purpose must be flushed out and away. It’s really amazing how much you can block in your own life by focusing on someone else and THEIR drama. As you’re being a good friend or a loving girlfriend, leeches will bleed you dry, no matter how you cut it. Don’t spend another day as someone’s doormat, punching bag, and/or emotional gas tank. If you are involved in any relationship(s) that does not challenge you to grow or pour into your life in any way, walk the hell away. Run actually. And don’t look back. #nopillarofsalt

• Get right with God: I really don’t understand how folks get through life, circumstances, hardship and trials without having a personal relationship with God. I know many people like to keep it PC and lead off with the “I’m not trying to preach to you”, but that’s not the case here. Call it preachy, call it whatever you like…get yourself right with GOD! It all starts with the acceptance of Christ into your heart and the belief that He died for your sins and was raised from the dead and will be coming back for you one day. I have my ignorant moments…if you’re a loyal reader, this you know…but I’m so glad that God loves me enough to forgive me of my foolishness, restore me to Himself and continue to bless me, in spite of my shortcomings. Consider going to church or a Bible study, committing to a daily devotional or Bible reading or just prayer time with God regularly to determine what changes He’d have you make for your life. Then “just do it.”  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

• Career Moves: Finally, as you look at your career, assess whether you are adequately able to bring in  a decent income, achieve great success, utilize and build skills and find happiness in your career. If so, continue to steer your boat straight. If not, what are you willing to do to gain what you deserve? Are you willing to take classes or continuing education? Change careers? Start a new business? You are worth more than spending the majority of your time somewhere that you are either barely making ends meet, unable to advance, stagnant, unhappy or all of the above. You have options. It’s up to you to utilize them. My entire life changed when I opened up to the possibility of career courage and entrepreneurship. If you are a woman who is unhappy or unfulfilled career-wise, or even just thinking about a change, contact me on Twitter or at armagee@gmail.com for a career survey. I would love to get your opinion.

CRAZY….

One of the  most commonly used adjectives I hear men use to describe women.  And these muthasuckas love throwing it out there at any opportunity.

“Man, I dated this chick for 4 1/2 years and decided that I didn’t wanna be there anymore.  I moved in the middle of the night while she was out of town with her girls and she keyed my car.  She CRAZY!”

“I met this chick on blackplanet *super side eye* and we smanged for 5 months.  Now, she keeps calling me, asking me when I’m coming back over.  Ol’ CRAZY broad.”

“If I meet an attractive woman and she’s single, I automatically assume she’s CRAZY.”

Dear, Sirs… Please have SEVERAL seats or feel free to get THEE entire eff outta here with that isht.

Let’s break down this whole CRAZY phenomenon, shall we?  The textbook definition of crazy is mentally deranged, esp. as manifested in a wild or aggressive way.  In the above scenarios, I believe that the circumstances justified any adverse reaction that may have resulted.

And that last statement is just some ol’ new fangled blatant bullisht.  Let’s rock steady and call it exactly what it is, ‘kay?

With mental illness having  such a negative connotation and stigma, especially in the African-American community, it seems as though mean are throwing women into the discard/damaged goods pile simply because they refused to eat sh*t with a smile.  What’s up with that?

I am not man bashing, I promise.  I love men. Dearly.  I am aware that there are some seriously disturbed chicks running the streets of Anytown, U.S.A., with “Bust Ur Windows” at full blast in their Cavalier, seeking out that next boo that’s gonna  do them wrong and justify her impending  manic episode.  But, por favor, understand that that young lady is NOT me nor is she the majority of women that I know.  If I like you enough, I will actually point out the truly crazy broad to you before she starts naming your kids on the second date and picking out her bridesmaid’s dresses.

As the the winter began to close in on the single folks, Cuffing Season lured some people into relationships with men & women that they really didn’t know all that well.  (Hey, everyone does what they can to go green and cut down on heating costs, right?)  Y’all are hot and heavy through Thanksgiving and Christmas, jingling every bell in sight.  But, the situation starts to slow to a crawl right after New Year’s Eve.

Fast forward to February 14th, when the girl you couldn’t do without on Christmas is an almost distant memory.  That reaction coming from the recently detached young lady may quite possibly be warranted if y’all never had the “this is only temporary” talk.  I just hope she didn’t get cool with your mom during that time. That could get ugly…

Just like most of the issues that arise in relationships, this whole “girl went crazy on me” situation could have been avoided with communication.  Crazy doesn’t just show up like an extra guest at a birthday dinner.  It’s always lingering and there are always signs of TRUE problems.

But, the fellas I hear aren’t usually referencing serious issues when branding the latest victim of their Smash-N-Grab mission.  A woman that expresses her desire to be in a committed situation after investing a LOT of time and energy into your dusty butt is not “clingy”.  She’s looking for her ROI.  The woman that expresses a desire to embark upon a physical relationship with you after screening you for crazy is not “throwing the p*ssy at you”.  She’s letting you know that she’s deemed you worthy enough to experience the awesome that dwells between her thighs and hopes YOU don’t go nuts after you… you know.

Let’s make a habit out of talking things out, kids. You might actually learn something before catching a fork to the thigh during that awkward good-bye dinner.

Have you had a run-in with a “crazy” significant other?  Did it end well??

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Last year I felt completely stuck.

I was in a job that I hated, I dreamed about writing full-time but couldn’t figure out how, and I just felt like my life was moving at a snail’s pace. I was degreed, in debt, and I felt like I was beginning to feel like a failure, despite all that I had accomplished to that point. It didn’t matter, I felt stuck.

Although I was faaaaar from content, and was on the verge of depression, I stayed in that state of uncomfortable-comfort for five years. Five.

Thankfully, I saw the light. After seeing a therapist, I realized that I could either continue to complain about my life and remain in the same place, or start taking some actions to improve the situation. After running in place for years, I was ready to actually take some strides.

Even though it was scary as hell to give up my safety net (my cushy teaching gig with full benefits), I did it anyway. I quit and threw myself in my passion: writing.

I know that everyone can’t up and quit a job like I did, the economy is tough and folks have bills, but continuing to remain somewhere–be it a relationship or a horrible job–where you’re not happy doesn’t make much sense either.

If you’re happy where you are, GREAT, I applaud you. But if not, take some time to craft your exit strategy and begin making moves to get free.

Are you stuck in your comfort zone?