Was it only last week that I wrote a blog post about being a terrified first-time home buyer? Seems like a lifetime ago. After I wrote the post my offer on a house was accepted! Since then, I’ve done my best to remain objective because there ARE other houses that would be just as good… Read More What Is Success Anyhow?
Last week on The Debutante Ball we talked about competition — competitions we’ve won or lost — in honor of the Olympics. I was out of it last week. All you need to do is check out my previous post (last Thursday) to understand why. But still, I did consider the topic of competitiveness and… Read More Anti-Competitiveness: When All You Want to Do Is Take a Nap
In August I almost went crazy. Here’s what was going on: 1. Mom’s dementia — a turn for the worse, now including physical symptoms. 2. Deadlines in my day-job. 3. Notification that I was chosen as a debut author for The Debutante Ball group blog, so learning curve and tasks and a million emails to… Read More Ant Infestation as a State of Mind
As I write this post — or at least start it — it’s Tuesday afternoon, and my stomach has tied itself in knots. You’d think I’d never traveled before, that I don’t know how to negotiate an airport or catch a connecting flight. I always get this way before longish flights. Part of the problem… Read More LIFE’S LITTLE LESSONS | Travel Tension and My Mom
I think, but I’m not sure, that I started off this week a million times more sane than last week. Don’t get me wrong, at various points over the weekend stress nipped at me, reminding me of its existence while I went about my business trying to have a weekend away from the work. That… Read More A Little Sanity
My March Madness c’est fini, kaput, done for, finished, outta-here, and this morning I wished on a dandelion: Please, no more months like that. I haven’t thrown so many tantrums and broken into so many tears since I was a teenager. I’m on a high learning curve — call it trial by fire — with this… Read More Making a Wish
For the past 10 days I’ve been observing Mr. and Mrs. Mallard from my balcony in an attempt at mindfulness. For months I’d heaped stress on myself: Gotta finish the first draft, gotta finish the first draft, an endless and exhausting mantra. In a comment to this post, “oh” hoped that I had returned to the manuscript… Read More The Ducky State of my Writing