✨WE DON’T CARE CLUB✨ founded by @justbeingmelani 🌊BALTIC SEA EDITION🌊 🌎 ‘Cause menopause (peri – post) is human biology. It is universal to females & global. What can be a hope of “We Don’t Care Club?” What will I, with my freedom & mirth, when I let go of caring about stupid, controlling norms about my female body, be free to enJOY? Play!🪁 Be silly!🎈 Have Fun!🧚🏽 Feel Boundless Joy!💝 I bask in the unselfconscious being-ness of my True Self. My Inner Child is free to emerge. She feels confidence & glee. 🧑🧒🧒 If you let yourself be free, how would your True Self & Inner Child spend your Carefree Timelessness? How can you let go of what others expect, think, need, want? What do 🤍YOU🤍 feel, need, want, from yourself? Thank you, @justbeingmelani for getting us all started, Introducing, the: 👏🏽🌈 “Make Stuff Up” Club “MSU” Inner Children🌸 have such beautiful, creative imaginations. They want to be seen, heard, be safe, & play. If as an adult, I am caught up in what others think of me, I ignore, neglect, & abandon my own tender Self. Today, that’s off the table. Into the Sea for me, to splash & play!🌊 🌈 Love, Ashley 👀📰 “We Don’t Care Club” in the paper! https://shorturl.at/l9qxI
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’ve always felt a deep, human need for play & fun—perhaps because of the nature of this world. “Carefree timelessness.” As “Henri Nouwen said, “The spirituality of vulnerability.”Does that speak to you? It calls to me, deeply. In recent years, fellow Adult Children of families with a lot of abandonment/deprivation growing up have shown me how to become my own Inner Loving Parent—how to go deep inside myself to supply the gentleness, humor, love, and respect I needed as a child. I’ve discovered I can actually provision myself with boundless comfort, acceptance, and guidance. My Higher Power is the taproot. The child within each of us is eternal, waiting to be noticed, and is a genuine connection to the Divine. One expression of the new depth of my healing has been “reparenting” my younger self. So, on April 19th—my 57th birthday—I hosted a garden party not for the adult me, but for the sweet little girl inside. I called it my 9 & Shine birthday, recognizing my inner 9-year-old. Joyful, innocent, trusting. She wanted to play, with safety and freedom, with her Chosen Family by giggling, and lying on our backs to gaze at the wide sky, running barefoot through spring grass, blowing bubbles, twirling, and delighting in the wonder of flowers. No competition. No coarseness. Just tenderness and whimsy. This little part of me wanted to share a gift for each guest, have Sunday School, lie on old quilts and, oh yes, cuddle. She so loves to cuddle. She is trusting, friendly. (God save me from cynicism.) How brave & beautiful. How Jesus-like, to be so open-hearted. What a high—and humble—bar Jesus set when Jesus invited: “Be like a child,” and that “the kin-dom belongs to children.” So happy birthday, Little Me. I attuned and heard you. I’m deeply honored that my friends did, too. They listened to their own inner children—trusted, played, and were still. When was the last time you were still? Is something inside you longing for softness, wonder, or play? What gift can you offer your younger self today? PS Yes, like any proper 9 year old, I laughed so hard I wet myself, after it looked like I laid an egg. (Peeing yourself, authentication of unselfconscious laughter!)
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
I’m honored, and wow, it is so much fun!!!! to return to my (second, University of Kentucky having been first) academic home, Harvard Kennedy School. I am a Senior Fellow with the Women and Public Policy Program! Wahoo, lookout! In 2009, I thought I would do my Master’s somewhere else, when a professor who knew my international work well asked, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard?” Totally shocked, I replied, “Why am I not putting a rocket ship up my rear end and going to the moon?” I didn’t recognize myself as “Harvard material.” I soon reviewed the Harvard Kennedy School of Government Women & Public Policy Program website.I actually wept. “These are my people.” I began to feel confident that the expertise of my lived experience births a perspective and wisdom, combined with academic learning and being with folks from all over the planet, that means I have something unique and valuable to offer. So. It’s okay to be smart. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to be human. It’s okay not to know, and to ask someone how to do things, free from feeling shame or guilt. (Like how to use my new email or the shared folder with class readings! 🤔🤷🏻♀️) I will guest lecture in a few classes around campus, attend so many neat things (such as with Hon Mr Justice Chile Eboe-Osuji, pictured here, President of the International Criminal Court), goof off, and ask really hard questions it seems many won’t dare to ask! Thanks for coming along! Love, Ashley @harvardkennedyschool
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