Here’s to Strong Women!

If you opened this blog post expecting me to talk about how one sex is superior to the other, I am sorry to report that you are about to be disappointed. On the contrary, if you are looking for some inspirational honest and real life debunking of gender roles, look no further.


I come from a long line of strong women. I was raised by a single mom, a woman who left the fathers of her children in order to give her kids a better life. I was raised by a women who didn’t have a man to rely on for the dirty jobs, so she wore both hats. Mom wasn’t a women who was afraid to break gender roles. She was a carpenter, a plumber, and a gardener. Mom also wants afraid to show her feminine side. She always took great pride in maintaining beautiful nails, and she wore her rings and bracelets proudly. In her younger days she was quite the fashionista, she loved to experiment with her wardrobes, and sometimes even created dresses and blouses of her own.


Anyone who knew my mom knew she was strong. Both physically and emotionally. For most of her adult life she didn’t have a man to lean on, and she was often too proud to ask for help, so she learned how to make do on her own. I always admired my mother’s willingness to be self-sufficient, and independent. I would like to think that is something she passed on to me.

My mom’s mother is not much different. While she spent 60 years of her life married to my grandpa, (until he lost his battle to cancer) she never let that make her weak. Sure, my grandma is a woman who puts a lot of effort into maintaining her femininity, but don’t let that fool you, she is as tough as nails! After all we are talking about the woman that would use her brother’s hunting tag, in order to help provide meat for the family.


I tend to think of myself as a rather strong, and independent woman. I have never been afraid to get dirty, or take on “a man’s job”. I have been changing oil since I was about 13 years old, and during the summers of my high school career I spent 12 -14 hour days working on a farm with one other girl, and about a dozen boys. Anyone who reads my blogs knows that I am not one of the girly girls. I am the first one to jump up to any task at hand. Since I have begun my life on the farm, I think I have amazed the George family, with my willingness to dive into ANY mess and learn. I am not always the best, at the farm tasks at hand, but I am always willing to learn.  I would like to think that I am the way I am because I take after two of the most inspiring hard ass women I know…my mom and grandma.


Every day I feel lucky to have been raised in a family where being female is empowering.

Here’s to Strong Women! May we know them… May we be them… May we raise them…



This One’s For the Girls

I would like to start by saying that this blog is best paired with my Spotify “Anthem” playlist which is full of girl power anthems.

Music has always been a big part of my life . Like many individuals music is something that I love, it gives me strength, and elicits inspiration (but that is a story for a different blog).

Have you ever noticed how many great songs there are out there, designed to empower women? I love it! The other day “Sit Still, Look Pretty” came on the radio. I had heard this song many times before… but this time I found myself, blaring the music, taping the steering wheel, and singing along powerfully. In those moments, the lyrics of the song really resonated with me. After listening to it on repeat for the full duration of my 30 minute drive, I decided it was time to find more inspirational girl anthems, and thus became the inspiration for this blog (and Spotify playlist I hope you’re enjoying).

Growing up I was never one of the girly-girls. I think my mom must have told me “that’s not very lady like” 10 times a day. As a kid I spent the majority of my free time hanging out with my two male cousins on my grandparent’s acreage. We played with toy guns and monster trucks, we made mud pies, and we rode ATVs. As I got older, when we visited my grandparents I would have rather spent my time hanging out with the boys in grandpa’s shop, learning how to fix cars, than bake with grandma. I’ve never been the stereotypical girl. I like getting dirty, and I run with the boys.


I am thankful to live in an era where women have more freedom and respect than ever before. But if you ask me, we still have a long way to go. The glass ceiling is very real, and women are placed with unfair expectations and profiles.

In the song “Sit Still, Look Pretty” there are some powerful lyrics that perfectly relate to what I am talking about.

“Could dress up

To get love

But guess what?

I’m never gonna be that girl

Who’s living in a Barbie world.”

In these lyrics the artist, Daya, makes it clear that she is not going to glamorize herself to please her male counter parts. I love this! I have always been a “what you see, is what you get” kind of girl. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy dressing nice, and putting time into my appearance. But I only enjoy doing those things on my terms, because the truth is, I feel most like myself in an old ratty pair of blue jeans, a t-shit and a baseball cap. Believe me, if I could wear that outfit to work every day, I probably would.


“You get off on your nine to five

Dream of picket fences and trophy wives

But no, I’m never gonna be ’cause I don’t wanna be

No, I don’t wanna sit still look pretty”

Here we see the artist talk about how she won’t settle for being the classic 1950’s trophy wife who is married to a man that is the sole bread winner, because she believes that she is more than just a pretty face. This theme is constant throughout the song, as Daya sends a message against gender roles.  It makes me so excited to hear a song like this, which is sending a positive message to women, on the top 40 radio.

I don’t mean to say that there is anything wrong with being a stay at home wife, and mom. However, I think it is important to teach girls, from a young age, that they can rule the world! They can be anything they want, and they don’t have to settle for anything less than their dreams, because they are female.


If you are looking for another great, female anthem I would suggest checking out “She’s Not Just a Pretty Face” by Shania Twain. In this song, Shania talks about how women are mother of the human race, and that they can take on any career that they set their mind to.

Personally, my favorite lines in the song are:

“She’s on the council, she’s on the board

She’s a politician, she praises the Lord

She’s not, just a pretty face

She’s got, everything it takes

She’s mother, of the human race

No, she’s not, just a pretty face”

The thing I love about this song is that it supports and encourages professional working women, but it also recognizes motherhood as a profound ability and achievement. WE ARE IN FACT mother to the human race! Shania recognizes that  women are capable of having any career they want, but that they can also bring life into the world, and that both are equally respectable.

I hope that you went and listened to these songs and found words of encouragement and empowerment, like I did. YOU GO GIRLS!

As always, thanks for reading.

– Faith




A Balancing Act

I recently started watching a new show called Girlboss. As a young female professional (in a world where there is in fact still a glass ceiling) I figured that it might provide some humorous inspiration, which it does. In the first episode of the show the main character states “adulthood is where dreams go to die. Grow up, get a job, become a drone, that’s it… I need to find a way of growing up without becoming a boring adult.” PREACH IT GIRL! I do too!!


Now I’m not trying to whine about my life, because I know that I am truly blessed. However, that’s not to say I don’t work my butt off. I am here to be honest. Adulting is hard. And growing up really does change your life.

At the beginning of my junior year of college my mom passed away. My mom had always been the only parental figure in my life. So once she passed I was left parentless. This really forced me to grow up quick. All life burdens fell on me, all financial responsibility was now on me. To be fair, by the time most kids are juniors in college they have established a decent amount of independence from their parents. However, it is safe to say that a large majority of them still rely on parental support for at least some of their bills.

Anyone who knows me well and has spent much time around me these past few weeks (or even months) can attest to the fact that I am struggling with finding balance in my life. Between finishing my degree, taking on a career that I will continue post-grad, and being completely independent from parental support, one could say I have a lot on my plate. Its like the song Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots.


Like most working professionals spend the 9:00 – 5:00 hours of the day at work (that is when I am not in the classroom). Most weeks I have at least one evening meeting for work, same goes for school. By the time I run errands in town and make it home it’s usually after 7:30 and I still need to do homework, study for exams, eat a healthy dinner, maintain a clean house, AND spend quality time with my boyfriend. On the average day I am lucky to be in bed by 11:00. Just as the main character of Girlboss describes, some days I feel like I am just cog in the machine, a boring adult.

I keep telling myself that once I finish school I will have more free time. And I genuinely hope that is true. But I think the biggest struggle for me is finding the balance between both my professional life (work and school) and my personal life, because right now I feel like a boring adult. Hanging out with friends has gone from enjoyable, to another thing I have to fit into my schedule. I can’t remember the last time I indulged in a Netflix binge, or even made it through a whole episode for that matter. My boyfriend and I have been wanting to take to horses up in the canyon near our house for MONTHS, finally I put it on the calendar and said “this isn’t getting moved” because if I didn’t we may NEVER go.


Again, I am not trying to complain about my life. I am just making a point that, even as a young professional, a college kid even, adulating truly is HARD! The key is learning how to find a balance, and that is a skill I am still working on.

This blog goes out to all the college kids who work their a** off juggling work, school, friends, family, and general life things. It’s hard! Remember to take a step back, prioritize, give yourself a break, separate your work and your personal life, learn to say no when you need to, and remember to make time for fun. Don’t become a boring adult, and don’t let your dreams die.


Thoughts of Hope: May the Trump Administration Prove Me Wrong

All week I have struggled to find a topic which I felt inclined to blog about. However, after the roller-coaster that was Election Day 2016, I have plenty to say. While I am not happy with the way tonight’s election has turned out, I have no choice but to deal. I plan on doing so through thoughts of hope.


Now don’t get me wrong, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared for what this election means for the future of our country. I am scared for my safety as an American, I am scared for my rights as a woman, and I am scared for the lives of minorities. My heart is broken. I am completely beside myself on how this has even happened. It is like a bad dream that I can’t wake up from.

When the day started I got up, got out of bed, got dressed, and headed into work. I knew in my heart that today was going to be a good day for women around the world. I was confident in my candidate’s ability to win this race. Turns out my confidence was wrong.

Hillary Rodham Clinton, you are, and always will be a hero in my eyes. Our fight to break the glass ceiling is not over. I still dream about the day when I can reach over and tell my granddaughter that I was able to see the first woman take office as the President of the United States of America.


While I would like to rant about all the reasons that I hate Trump, I realize that is a waste of my time and energy. I realize that those who I wish my message would reach, won’t listen. So instead, I am going to pass on my thoughts of hope, to those who WILL listen.

First of all, I hope that by some miracle will wake up to find that Hillary has won. Should that not be the case… I hope that Donald Trump truly does make America great. I hope that he does right by ALL the American people; black, white, brown, yellow, red, and purple.


I hope that this loss elicits passion in minority groups. I hope that the marginalized in the United States band together and FIGHT LIKE HELL. It’s not over. I hope that rather than allowing this election to set back the clock on all social progress, that it elicits a united fight to further social justice.


Additionally, I hope that the American people continue to feel safe in their home. I hope that this election does not jeopardize relationships with foreign allies. I hope that this election does not destroy the fate of our nation as we know it. But instead, I hope that this election makes America EVEN BETTER than I ever would have imagined it would be! I hope that the Trump administration proves me wrong.

As for now, “Good Night, and Good Luck.”