Work is like a drug for me. I crave the fast-paced busyness of
the everyday. I relish in the responsibility, and search
for ways in which to advance. I'd like to have this, however,
while maintaining a state of healthy glamour and poise.
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Working women: are we stuck forever thrown helplessly back and forth
amongst the currents of 'Too Busy'?
Watching the video, Move, a few days ago I got to thinking
about the message in terms of my own experiences.
Wake-upStarbucksWorkStarbucksHomeSleep.
With a sexy little walking montage worked in, of course.
Except instead of strolling the Wall of China, skipping
in the Louvre or, in my case, strutting the streets in
a fabulous pair of heals, I envisioned spilt coffee,
tangled chains, and spinach-ed teeth. Not so glamourous.
It was this that helped me to realize that the world
of work is a slippery slope for women. Suddenly, my
twenty-something self was developing a serious addiction to
iced grande half-sweet Tazo Chais, and skipping dates with
both her hairdryer and the weight room.
Is the secret to avoiding the inevitable (becoming a stinky sea hag)
simply making more me time in our days?
Anna Dello Russo awakes each morning at 5 a.m to
practice yoga, swim, and dress.
Or, do we just need to learn to ask for more?
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