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By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
I once spent an entire weekend sick on the couch with a box of tissues, watching my to-do list get longer while my energy got lower.
I hated it.
I like being productive. I like checking things off my list. I like having something to show for my time.
So being forced to stop felt frustrating.
But somewhere in the middle of that weekend, I started thinking about an idea I had heard before:
Don’t waste the season you’re in.
That does not mean every season is enjoyable.
It does not mean every difficult experience happens for a reason.
And it definitely does not mean you have to slap a positive attitude on something that genuinely hurts.
But I do believe we can ask:
What can I learn here?
What needs my attention right now?
What can I carry forward from this season that will help me later?
That is a very different question from pretending everything is fine.
S...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
I was a nerd in junior high and high school.
As such, I was regularly teased and made fun of by some of the popular girls.
Even today, I sometimes don’t realize someone has insulted me until another person points it out. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe ignorance really is bliss.
But one thing I have learned is that meanness does not disappear when we leave junior high.
Mean girls can grow up to become mean women.
And today, we have more ways than ever to hurt one another.
A sarcastic comment.
A cutting text.
A social media post.
A screenshot shared with friends.
A nasty online review.
A sentence typed from the safety of a screen that we might never have the courage—or cruelty—to say to someone’s face.
We can hurt someone in seconds.
And then keep scrolling.
Sometimes we justify unkindness by saying:
“Well, it’s true...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
One of the biggest mistakes I ever made happened when I was 30 years old.
I was excited about a man.
I believed this relationship was finally going to become my “happy ending.”
So I resigned from my job and planned to move across the country to be with him.
He came to help me move.
Instead, he told me he had changed his mind.
He was on a plane the next day.
I was left with no relationship, no job to return to, all of my belongings packed into boxes, and a lost deposit on a moving truck I no longer needed.
I was devastated.
And humiliated.
But I also learned a lesson I have never forgotten:
Do not give away your security for a relationship that has not earned that level of trust.
At the time, I was not normally careless about work.
As a single woman, I knew I was my own provider.
But I desperately wanted marriage and a family, and once I believ...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
Years ago, I wrote a two-part series called “Be a Lady.”
At the time, I focused quite a bit on manners, appearance, and elegance.
I still care about those things.
But today, I think the deeper issue is self-respect.
How do you carry yourself when no one is watching?
How do you care for your body, your home, your belongings, your work, and your relationships?
How do you speak when you’re angry?
How do you treat people when you have the power to embarrass them?
How do you behave when someone else behaves badly?
Those questions say far more about confidence than whether your outfit is perfect.
I believe taking care of yourself is an act of self-respect.
That does not mean looking polished every minute.
It does not mean wearing makeup to the grocery store.
It does not mean having an expensive wardrobe or looking like a celebrity.
It mea...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
Times change.
Fashion changes.
Language changes.
Social expectations change.
But there are a few qualities I don’t think will ever go out of style.
Grace.
Kindness.
Good manners.
Self-respect.
Composure.
And strength.
Years ago, I wrote about these qualities under the heading “Be a Lady.”
I still like the idea, although I think I understand it a little differently today.
To me, being a lady has never meant being helpless, submissive, silent, or ornamental.
Quite the opposite.
Some of the women I’ve admired most—historical figures, public figures, and women I’ve known personally—have combined tremendous strength with tremendous grace.
They have opinions.
They have standards.
They have boundaries.
They are capable.
They speak up.
But they don’t need to become harsh in order to be strong.
And I think that distinction matters.
Sometimes we confuse strength w...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
There’s a line in the movie Elizabeth, starring Cate Blanchett, when one of Queen Elizabeth’s advisors tells her, “Men want to touch the Divine.”
The idea is that people are drawn to someone who inspires them—someone who seems confident, grounded, and somehow larger than the ordinary worries of everyday life.
Years ago, that idea fascinated me because I was very interested in what made a woman attractive to men.
Today, I think the more interesting question is this:
What makes a woman deeply confident in herself—even when nobody is applauding?
Because confidence that depends on another person’s attention isn’t really confidence.
If I need a man to pursue me so I can feel desirable, I’m giving him control over how I feel about myself.
If I need someone to compliment me so I can feel beautiful, my confidence rises and falls based on someone else’s opinion.
If I need to be chosen i...
It started with Netflix’s The Crown.
Then it was Victoria.
Then it was every movie or miniseries about Queen Elizabeth I that I could find.
Eventually, I moved on to an English-subtitled Russian television production about Catherine the Great.
Apparently, I have a thing for queens.
I’m not entirely sure why I’ve become so fascinated by history’s great ruling women, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that they had to be incredibly shrewd.
In a world where courtiers jockeyed for influence and many men believed women were not fit to rule, a queen had to understand people. She had to know whom she could trust, when to speak, when to stay silent, when to compromise, and when to hold her ground.
And perhaps no queen fascinates me more than Elizabeth I.
Elizabeth ruled England from 1558 to 1603. Sometimes called “The Virgin Queen,” she never married and never had children. She had suitors and ...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
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Many single women spend years waiting for life to begin.
We'll get organized when we buy a house.
We'll save more money when we're married.
We'll finally take better care of ourselves once life settles down.
We'll travel, decorate, declutter, and pursue our goals after we meet Mr. Right.
But what if Mr. Right never shows up?
Or what if he doesn't show up for another ten years?
Do you really want to spend the next decade living in limbo?
I don't.
One of the biggest shifts I've made in my own life is realizing that my future self is counting on me.
The woman I hope to be five years from now depends on the choices I make today.
And honestly, so does the woman I hope to be five months from now.
Whether you rent a tiny apartment or own a sprawling house, your environment matters.
Is your home clean?
Organized?
Peaceful?
Does it support the life you're trying to build...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
Most people can name every Kardashian, their children, and their exes.
But ask them to name five Supreme Court justices and you'll likely get a blank stare.
We live in an entertainment culture. We're constantly looking for stimulation, scrolling social media, keeping up with celebrity gossip, and consuming whatever happens to be trending.
At the same time, I've heard many women express a fear that men will find them boring.
My response?
The people who are interesting usually have interests.
I don't mean interests designed to impress other people. I mean things that genuinely light you up.
Maybe it's yoga.
Maybe it's knitting.
Maybe it's champion-level Tiddlywinks.
Maybe it's collecting vintage Tupperware.
Maybe it's renovating a dollhouse.
Whatever it is, people are drawn to passion.
And by passion, I don't mean romance.
I mean that state where your eyes light up, ...
By Mary R. Dittman, M.B.A.
If you're over 40, chances are you have at least one relationship you wish had turned out differently.
Maybe you wish you had spoken up sooner.
Maybe you wish you'd left earlier.
Maybe you wish you had never gotten involved in the first place.
Or perhaps you're still wondering what happened and why things fell apart.
Regret has a way of keeping us trapped in the past.
We replay conversations.
We revisit decisions.
We imagine alternate endings.
And sometimes we find ourselves experiencing the same heartache over and over again with different people.
The names change.
The faces change.
But the pain feels strangely familiar.
For years, I couldn't understand why certain patterns kept showing up in my relationships.
Then I learned a tool that changed the way I viewed my past.
One of the most powerful exercises I've ever encountered comes from Alcoholics Anonymous.
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