I need you.
Although I don’t want to admit it.
A friend of mine recently chastised me (and rightfully so!) for trying to get through difficult situations on my own. I am someone who tends to push away love and support.
I have a hard time asking for help.
When others try to help me, it makes me squirmy.
It makes me feel like I’m putting them out.
I practically apologize before asking anyone for a favor.
However, if you need me, I’ll give you everything I have. If you’re in a crisis, I’m your man.
Just say the word, and I’ll put on my man pants and get moving.
I got man pants in my closet in every color and every size. I have them for my skinny days, my fat days, from my pre-baby days, post baby days, and PMS days, of course.
I have man pants that go with Doc Martens, I have man pants that go with my black high heel wedgie boots. I have man pants that go with running shoes and sandals. I have man pants that are hemmed for heels and others that are hemmed for flats. Whatever the day, and whatever the occasion, I have man pants that fit.
I will leap tall buildings, (looking stylishly fierce in my man pants, of course) in a single bound to put out that fire for you, but please don’t feel like you need to fight that fire for me.
When little Miss F. was born, I needed help so badly that I forgot to put on my man pants. I surrounded myself with a posse of new mothers who supported me. They listened to me bitch about the sleepless nights. They calmed the fears I had over every little baby cry and sniffle, and they rallied for me when I re-entered the work force when baby F. was only 12 weeks old. I was so out of my mind those first few months, that the man pants were an afterthought.
However, soon thereafter, the man pants were on. I was sleeping through the night and running through my high octane life, back in the driver’s seat, wearing my man pants.
When I began The Fierce Diva Guide to Life, I was wearing some pretty funky man pants.
Go ahead, look at my profile photo. They’re funky all right!
Those are my bad-ass, wide legged yoga man pants (that go great with Doc Martens, mind you).
I have about 5 pairs of them (truth!) so that a day never has to go by that I can’t look like a super cool cat yogi in my bad-ass yogi man pants.
Except, not long into my blogging days, I realized I would not be able to make it out there in the blogosphere on my own. Even wearing my man pants.
I needed support.
The man pants had to come off, figuratively, at least.
That’s when I hooked up with the SITS Girls.
The SITS Girls is more than a blogging network. It’s a sisterhood. As a SITS Girl, I am part of a community of over 40,000 bloggers supporting each other in our goals. The SITS Girls website includes a featured daily blogger (today it’s me!), as well as blog tips, social media tutorials, and discussion forums. They advise you how to get a new blog off the ground, how to make money blogging, and how to make your site pretty. Their resources are innumerable and invaluable.
It is the warmest, fuzziest, fiercest community of female bloggers out there.
I have met the MOST WONDERFUL WOMEN EVER through SITS.
My blog has an audience, thanks to SITS.
I got over my fear of Twitter thanks to SITS!
Some days, thanks to SITS, I even leave home without my man pants.
(Don’t worry, I am wearing something on the bottom. Just not those.)
Namaste, SITS Girls!
Thank you for this wonderful day!