forget “chill”, be vulnerable

Don’t text first – you don’t want them to have the upper hand. Don’t take part in that talent show – you might mess up and become a laughingstock. Don’t ask for a promotion at work – what if they say no?? How many things do we, every day, prevent ourselves from doing because of…… Continue reading forget “chill”, be vulnerable

the journey, one year in

Ah, the Facebook “On This Day” feature. Most days, it’s a reminder of what an embarrassing human I can be – poorly-edited selfies, links to terribly angsty music videos, ridiculous status updates about god knows what. (I always know it’s gonna be cringe-worthy, why do I feel the need to look?!) But this week I…… Continue reading the journey, one year in

i sure say “no worries” a lot for someone who worries about EVERYTHING…

A non-exhaustive list of things I have zero control over: -Whether or not we have nice weather for my outdoors plans next weekend; -If that customer from last week is still mad at me; -What kind of food they’ll serve at an upcoming event I’m attending; -How much the ding on my friend’s car door…… Continue reading i sure say “no worries” a lot for someone who worries about EVERYTHING…

opening my mind to mindfulness

I know you’re supposed to approach new things with an open mind. No expectations, no pre-conceived ideas, no judging a book by its cover. All that stuff. But still, I struggle to keep my mind open. I do judge books by their cover, or rather by their spine; if a book has a pretty-looking edge,…… Continue reading opening my mind to mindfulness

not perfect, but good enough.

I’ll admit: I am a Type A, competitive, control freak. What I’m not, however, is a perfectionist. Way too often I’ll take the “meh, no, that’s good enough” approach. I’m awful at detail-oriented tasks, and I’m often more anxious to just get something DONE than to make sure it’s one-hundred percent right. But somehow, even…… Continue reading not perfect, but good enough.

“furiously happy, out of sheer spite”

When you’re little, just about any kind of sadness can be made better with a good cry and a snuggle from Mom. As you get older though, there are more and more problems that are simply outside her (and your) control. It’s not that Mom’s lost any of her magic, it’s just that life tends…… Continue reading “furiously happy, out of sheer spite”