Category archives: Career
It’s been four months since I wrote a
blog post—and here’s why. I’ve been searching for the elusive key to happiness.
Now that I’ve found it, I can share. The key (at least for me) is boundaries.
Sadly, boundaries are my Achilles
heel—and I’ve developed one hell of an aching foot (not just because of my
plantar fasciitis flare up). In fact, due to my inability to erect boundaries,
my entire body is suffering and so are my mind, the cleanliness of my house, my
friendships, my family and my own happiness.
It’s been 12 years since I have
started a new job. I had forgotten how physically and emotionally draining the
first few days, weeks and maybe even months can be.
After a whirlwind first day, spent
meeting new coworkers and going through a massive project list followed by
rushing home to wolf down food and get my daughter to gymnastics, I crawled
into bed exhausted. Yet sleep eluded me.
My brain was stuck on repeat: “must process, must process.”
I tossed and turned and had weird dreams. When the alarm finally went off, my
inner introvert pulled her head ...
How do you establish trust with someone you’ve
betrayed too many times? And what if the person you’ve betrayed is yourself?
Trusting themselves seems so easy for
men, but I’m not certain the same holds true for women. Personally, I second
guess myself all the time and I have plenty of friends who do the same. The problem
is that for most of my life, I had lied to myself, so much so that I didn’t even
realize I was lying anymore.
For years, I thought I was healthy
because I woke up at 5:30 ...
Whiny, self-indulgent, privileged people annoy
the crap out of me. Which is probably why I’ve been so filled with
self-loathing this last week.
Thanks to lifestyle changes and my husband’s new
job, I have the luxury of not worrying too much about my slower than expected
freelance workload (though that hasn’t stopped me from worrying). Instead I can
focus on volunteering at my daughter’s school, running, going to yoga and
writing this blog.
I’ve got a pretty sweet gig at the moment and it
feels pretty damn privileged, which made my blue-collar blood run cold ...
For Christmas my boss gave me a copy of
the book he’s been reading, “Crossing the Unknown Sea: Work as a Pilgrimage of
Identity.” I feel it both ironic and mildly amusing that the book now sits on
my nightstand next to one I’ve been reading, “When Work Doesn’t Work Anymore:
Women, Work and Identity.”
Work and identity—for me an almost
impossible puzzle to figure out. You see, I started working at age 14 and my
job soon became a place of refuge. At my job, I could be a superstar. I was noticed.
I was ...