This book goes out to all the good girls, the responsible ones, the women who pick up the slack and deal with the mail and wipe away that last streak on the counter at night. Promise me to be a little wild now and then, okay?
Dear Reader,
It’s tough running the world, isn’t it? Being the one who always keeps the toilet paper stocked and never has time to get sick? Or maybe your version of “good girl” runs more to the dreamy side, believing the best of others, that your turn will come if you keep playing long enough, stay positive, keep cheering.
By definition, it’s “good” to be a “good girl.” We’re self-reliant, empathetic and very strong. But it can also be bad. We run the risk of being overlooked, overworked, underappreciated, underpaid, ignored, taken for granted, passed over. We keep our hands down in class, for fear of being wrong, even though we’re usually right. We hide, rather than be embarrassed.
That, my friends, is not good at all.
The heroine of this story has been a good girl for a long time, without much to show for it. But when a chance to grab that brass ring appears, she reaches out, despite the likelihood of falling on her face, because failure won’t kill her and the risk is worth the reward.
This is my hope for you, dear readers: take chances, risk failure, hold your head and your hands up high and know that the world is yours for the taking, whatever that looks like to you.
Hugs,
Roxanne