The Hunt For My Next Book

At any given time you’ll find that I have bookmarks in 4, 5 or 6 different books. I start one, pick up another, pick up another, return to the second, talk about the third, revisit the third, pick another, ad infinitum. I like having variety, and I like reading what I’m in the mood for; however, it’d also be great to actually finish some stuff. … Continue reading The Hunt For My Next Book

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Get Your Mind Right. Be Present.

You come up with any brilliant, original thoughts today? That question is a setup. The fact is, of the thoughts that you and I have had today, most of them are simple repetitions of the same thoughts we’ve had over and over for the past few days, weeks, months, possibly years. Our brains like the comfort of repetition. It likes to seek out patterns. It … Continue reading Get Your Mind Right. Be Present.

I Tried It! First Garage Sale

Terrified. That’s the word. Procrastination. That’s the result. Or, that was the result until this past Sunday. Me and the kids threw our very first garage sale. Here’s how it went down, and the lessons learned. Discussion of a garage sale began about 2 years ago, but I won’t start that far back. I could start 2 months ago when I finally got tough and … Continue reading I Tried It! First Garage Sale

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Give Me Options or Give Me Death

Imagine this scene. You’ve had a long day. You are late to work as usual and looking to score some coffee. You’re willing to risk the walk of shame to get it. Lauryn at the front desk will give you the eye; your supervisor will glance down at her watch, sending a surefire signal that she knows; you don’t care. You had tossed and turned all night. … Continue reading Give Me Options or Give Me Death

Girl Meets City: Starting Late Part Two

Here is Part One if you missed it. It was a Friday. 7 something a.m. It was incredible; unexpected; unheard of. I was taking my first real Solo Trip and it was to New York City. 3-4 years. That’s how long I’d been saying I wanted to go back. Now I was in the airport fidgeting with rising excitement and mounting terror. I’m on the … Continue reading Girl Meets City: Starting Late Part Two