Last night, I was in the hot tub with my daughter Siena, and I was crouched on the floor of the tub, trying to talk eye-to-eye with her. With an exuberant look on her face, she suddenly pointed to me and cried, “Pink Mommy! You’re Pink Mommy!” I couldn’t have been more delighted. After all, how could she have known how hard I’ve been trying to develop the curriculums for my Owning Pink workshops? Certainly, my friends have been embracing my Pinkness for years now, but my two-year old? I had never mentioned it to her before.
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Okay, so I haven’t actually left the house much this year. When you’re practicing medicine, you go to the office every day, which means you wake up every morning, brush your hair, put on a little eyeliner and maybe a little lipstick if you were on call the night before, and you find an outfit that makes you look simultaneously cool and professional ( a tough balance, but one I got pretty good at). I could do it in my sleep, and on those post-call days, I pretty much did. But it’s been over a year since I lived that life.