For a long time, I had one role model. She was flawless. She was rich. She had poise. She was a drunk. Her name was Karen fucking Walker, and I’ll never forget it. To some, she was just be a character. To me, she was the second mother I always wanted. Karen Walker, I salute you.
Kill them with kindness.
Never show up empty handed.
There may be communication barriers. Work through them.
Why waste when you can take?
See people for who they are.