It may be socially unacceptable to admit, but we all hate someone. When you can avoid that person, it isn’t so bad. But when circumstance forces you to see that person on a regular basis, it can take a big toll on your sanity.
If you’ve taken a moment to look around lately, you may have noticed that the world is becoming a giant dumpster fire. Socially, politically, economically, environmentally, we’re living in troubled times. And I feel like I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride past me.
It happens every year in December. The world starts to slow down as people anticipate the well deserved break on the horizon. But once we ring in the new year, it’s time to get back to work. In theory.
When I was a kid, my material possessions brought me a lot of comfort. In fact, the closer I kept them, the better. So, everything special to me got to live in my bed. Or, it lived on the floor right next to my bed, where I could easily reach it.
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
If you read my commiserate post about planning a wedding, or even the one about hosting parties, then you’ll know that ‘event planner’ was never a career option for me. Yet, in my typical control freak fashion, I deluded myself into believing I could just make everything for my wedding. And I mean EVERYTHING.
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
Lately, when I have a moment to think, the same thing pops into my mind: marshmallows. No, this isn’t another article about my obsession with food. Although fittingly, I have to put an almost herculean effort into not eating marshmallows if they’re in my eyeline. But if you want to dive into that rabbit hole,... Continue Reading →
I’m not sure about everyone else, but in my family, quitting your job without a “backup plan” (aka not having another job to go to) is something you just don’t do. Having a job is far more important than whatever fulfillment you get (or don’t get) from that job. I was trained early on that you could quit… as long as you had something stable to fall back on. I used to believe this too. I used to think that it didn’t matter if I was miserable at my job, I was lucky I had one at all.