Can we declare this day, every year “You Fuckin’ Rock” day? I realise everyday should be like this, but after my crap week, this post helped lift me out of my funk and I am still inspired and feel invigorated by reading all the rockin’ women in the harpy nest!

Ps, when I made my toast to the fuckin’ rockin’ people of the harpy next, I also toasted that you kept on rockin’!

1. I am a fucking good friend, family member, and partner. I am incredibly dependable, and I make people feel better around me. I am fucking badass at noticing other’s needs, and meeting them, while also taking care of myself.

2. I am really fucking smart. I am a smart fucking feminist.

3. I am fucking brave, and I follow my dreams. In two weeks I am going on a vacation, to a foreign country, all by myself, simply because I have always wanted to go and I didn’t want to wait on anyone else. In the fall I am quitting my high stress, well paying job to go to graduate school and follow my dream of being a fucking bad ass, smart PhD.

Oh, I like this! I am surprised that I could go on, but I think those three are the most important.

2. I am a good friend and care a lot about my friends happiness. I do not have a lot of friends – but if you are my friend I will defend you to the ground and I will never lie to you or give you false hope.

3. I am an honest, blunt person. I do not sugar coat anything and I would never pretend to be anything other than who I am. I have opinions and I don’t hide them.

4. (I agree with Michelle) I am fucking strong, stronger than I think – I really need to acknowledge this more often.

1) I’m fucking great at solving problems. Not only that, but I find them fucking fun and have recently realized how much I miss doing them. Bring on some fucking physics; I will burn that shit to the ground, and my solutions will be detailed and elegant. And when I teach that shit? You will feel enlightened, detailed, and elegant when you, too, solve problems.

2) I know a lot of stuff. I can read stuff about any field of science and, given enough time to whack at it a little, I will fucking understand it. And you? You will love it too. Because my excitement is fucking contagious. Like swine flu, only positive.

3) Related to (1) and (2), I can come up with analogies like nobody’s fucking business. Charlie on Numb3rs has nothing on me. I make this shit up on the spot. I should be on a fucking documentary.

4) I’m good at dealing with fucking machines, especially fucking computers, despite having no fucking formal training in them. They do not scare me. I fucking scare them into behaving.

5) I make fucking beautiful maps. I’m like the Michaelfuckingangelo of cartography, and my directions, even from memory, are rarely fucking incorrect. My navigational skills put my phone’s GPS to shame.

6) I’m a great fucking driver. I am efficient and safe, and I can fucking parallel park on the busiest street in the city. Yet I am fucking green as well; I ride my bike without being preachy or confrontational yet I assert my fucking place in traffic and obey the laws so that when fuckers irritating whine to me out of context, I can mention how stopping at every fucking stop sign going uphill gives me thighs of fucking steel and saves me fucking gas money. Oh and my thighs? Fucking steely.

7) I’m a fucking great singer and I don’t even need alcohol to bring down the karaoke bar. Even the one fucking filled with musical theater lovers. And I can sing a motherfucking High C so fucking sweetly you’ll need to brush your teeth afterward.

That’s enough for now; I don’t want to fucking overwhelm myself with my own fucking bad-assitude.

I am a fucking good person. I care deeply about my friends, and would do anything for them.

I am fucking resilient as hell. Throw whatever at me, I’ll fucking bounce back and keep fucking going.

I’m an awesome fucking cat mom. I’ve adopted two cats, and have lavished love and attention on them every fucking day I’ve had them. I’ve tamed my half-feral boy kitty, and now he fucking loves people. (He especially loves people with fucking treats, so bring on the Pounce.)

I am a loyal fucking employee. I work fucking hard at anything I do, no matter what it is, and have fucking raised myself to a better fucking position due to my fucking persistence.

I’m learning how to be a fucking bitch. I’ve made great steps on not backing the fuck down. Passively taking shit any longer–FUCK THAT.

I’m A great fucking feminist, and have show people the error of their fucking ways, by standing up and saying something was wrong. And then NOT backing down when they got confrontational, which used to, and still does to a point, terrify me.

I am great at fucking growing every fucking day. I’m a richly developed person, and no one can take or ruin that.

And lastly, I’m great at fucking swearing. I’ve been told I talk like a cross between a sailor and a stripper, and couldn’t give a monkey fucking shit about that.

I’m fucking awesome at organising things. I instantly work out the way I think things should go, and then I make it happen. And I’m fucking good at taking charge and leading groups of people.

I’m fucking good at standing up for what I believe in. I fucking argued with my friend-who-I-discovered-is-an-MRA till he had to stop the fucking conversation. And I persuaded another friend that allowing parental leave to be shared between both parents rather than all given to the mother is a good idea.

And I’m fucking good at buying dessert to cheer my partner up.