This morning as I lay on the living floor doing extremely uncomfortable physical therapy exercises for my neck, an unexpected thought popped into my head: I am so grateful I’m not angry all the time any more.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving so feelings of gratitude shouldn’t be surprising, but I wasn’t quite sure where this one came from. Yet, it is truly what I am most thankful for this year.
When I returned to work full time last February, my biggest fear was turning back into “scary mommy.” I had spent the previous two years trying to figure ...
When my alarm started singing at 5:30 this
morning, I quickly hit snooze and snuggled under the covers to lament about how
Monday is the worst day to have a birthday.
Calling in sick on your birthday is highly
suspicious, so I pulled my groggy butt out of bed and attempted to prepare
myself for the first day of what will be an exhausting week.
In recent years I’ve started this weird habit on
my birthday of asking myself, “If I died today, would I be happy?” It sounds
morbid, but it helps keep me honest.
It happens every September. That
moment when I notice how the sky has taken on a brilliant blue hue that happens
only in fall. The angle of the sun hits in a way that makes everything glow.
The air takes on a crispness even when the temps are high.
It’s at that moment each year when
my heart sings, full of joy I can hardly contain. Maybe it’s because I was born
in October, but fall has always been my favorite season. The world seems at its
When I entered my 40s two years
ago, I ...
universe is at it again. This time in the form of an out-of-the-blue call from
a former colleague I haven’t spoken with in more than a year. He and another
former coworker were in town on business and wanted to see if I might be able
to get together for a drink or dinner.
It was a
last-minute request, and my schedule wouldn’t allow for it. Still, we chatted
for about 20 minutes, and it felt great to catch up. We’d survived some
difficult work challenges together over the years, and I realized how much I ...
When my husband suggested a staycation
earlier this year, I was skeptical—and a bit bitter about the prospect. It’s
been a number of years since we’ve had what I would call a vacation getaway.
However, a backyard vacation made the
most sense given that we didn’t want to leave our aging cat alone for an extended
period of time, and we have a basement we want to remodel this year. So we set
some ground rules: no checking in with work, no excessive computer use, lots of
dining out so there wouldn’t be a kitchen ...