If you follow my work at all, you’ll know I love talking about self-help and write tons of inspirational stuff but every now and then the business side of Iva comes out.
I’ve written my fair share of how to start a blog and how to use Pinterest to grow your business type articles. I actually used to sing songs of praise for Pinterest. Until now.
When I first learned how to use Pinterest I was amazed by how powerful it was at helping bloggers and small business owners grow their businesses. It was mind-blowing, to be honest.
The recipe was simple, tedious, but nonetheless, simple. …
Do you ever just look at some women and think “wow she’s a fucking badass” and you secretly wanna be just like her when you grow up? Like there’s just something about her that oozes badassery.
I like that kind of woman.
Some say that I’m a badass but I dunno about that. I mean, I’ve certainly done my fair share of ballsy shit. Does that make me a badass? Mebbe 🤷♀️
Anyway, this isn’t about me (surprise!) I just really want to talk about what being a badass really is and how to be a badass woman so you, in turn, can help other women become badassess too!! …
I’m filled with grief this week. I lost yet another family member. They didn’t die. They chose to bash me and then unfriend and block me. Much like the rest of my family and any other person I may have offended, hurt, or pissed off in the last 40+ years or so of my life has done.
I’m saddened by yet another loss. I was sure it would have stopped by now. …
I have to admit, it took me an awfully long time to become a strong woman. For years I was a quiet submissive shy church mouse until one day I wasn’t anymore. This didn’t happen until I was well into my 50’s. There’s something magical and liberating about being a 50 something-year-old woman and if you are part of the women over 50 tribe, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
I remember thinking when I was in my 20’s and 30’s that 50 seemed so old and my whole life would just be shit then. …
My Facebook page, Amazing Me Movement, is where I mostly share inspirational quotes posters, and blogs from my site. But every now and then I ask my peeps a question.
This week I asked them a fun and kinda silly question and I honestly wasn’t sure what type of responses to expect. What I got made me laugh, made me go “huh?” and had me shaking my head a few times.
I have a love/hate relationship with my page. I love sharing all kinds of stuff that will help, inspire, motivate, and amuse my peeps. …
What an odd year, amirite? We started the new year cheering ourselves on and thinking without a shadow of a doubt “this is gonna be my best year ever”. Oy.
And then in a blink of an eye~poof! All our hopes and dreams vanished into polluted air with our enthusiastic smiles hidden behind masks.
Ah, such is life.
Welp, there certainly was plenty of time for self-reflection. Maybe a tad more than we wanted or needed. This quarantine not only rocked us hard but made us question life and our mortality.
In case you aren’t sure what *the numbers* are for this year due to COVID you might want to check this out. …
I haven’t blocked you. You’re still my ‘friend’. I really do like you. I would go so far as to even say I love you. We’ve probably shared lots of fun things together. We’ve also probably shared lots of bad things together too.
I’ve unfollowed you on social media. I had to. I can’t read your shit anymore. If it makes you feel better, I’ve even unfollowed some of my own family members.
This isn’t directed to one person or a group of people or anyone really. It’s for all of you. To all of you I have unfollowed over the years. …
Growing up I remember always wanting to be a hairstylist. I would comb my Barbie’s hair for hours. I would give her braids and all kinds of fun styles. Then I remember having just a doll head (it was like 8" high) on a stand and I would play with her hair for hours too.
I practiced my hairstyling skills on my then best friend “Sally” (not her real name). After one bad bang trim her mother called me a ‘screwball’ and told her never to play with me again. Ah well. Back to my doll head.
I loved everything about hair. …
This article stems from too many people commenting on some of my image quotes on my Facebook page that happen to contain the word Fuck. It still baffles me to this day why fuck has such a bad rap. I get that many people dislike offensive language but….
…let’s get real for a minute.
Before I dive in to my favourite F word in the world lemme share with you some of the comments that people have left on some of my posters.
Some of these even come in the form of a pm. Oh joy!!
This is probably the most controversial piece I will ever write in my entire life.
I know many people will cringe over this article. Sorry, not sorry. Abuse is not to buried under the rug. Abuse and rape are not to be shushed about. I thought long and hard before writing this. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I or don’t I?
If we stay quiet about these issues how will change happen? How?
The reason why I write this now is to raise awareness. To let people know that this shit is real and it’s happening everywhere. To let people know you must be more active and hyper-aware of the abuse, neglect, and unquestionable things that go on in nursing homes and hospitals. …