I didn't roll out of bed on an arbitrary Sunday and have some militant runner czar say "you! woman! Run as fast as you can for 13 miles." I signed up for the race months ago and had plenty of time to train. Why didn't I?
The problem, my friends, is success and the complacency that follows. Read More
Maybe "hiking through the fog and rain" is necessary off, as well as on, the Inca Trail in order to have a chance at the experiencing something great. Maybe having a foggy view of what lies ahead intensifies our reaction to what's there when the clouds lift. I certainly felt that intensity at Machu Picchu, when things finally cleared up. Read More
Last August, I finally decided to do something about being unhappy in my job. It hit me that no one would solve my problems but, well, me. So I put on my big girl panties (and, let's be honest, probably pulled out a wedgie) and tried to make sense of what I should be doing. Check out more details about this charade here. So where did all of this get me? Read More
Last summer, I threw myself a little pity party because I was worried my career would suck me in like a black hole, chew me up, and spit out my bones. Okay, okay, a little dramatic, but you get the picture.
If I'm being honest, the self-pity was really fear. Fear that I would work hard for a job that didn't work for me. Fear that I would spend countless hours in front of a spreadsheet and slowly let myself turn to vanilla. For those that know me, "vanilla" is my ever-so-affectionate term for someone who is just. plain. boring. Especially boring people are vanilla without the little bean flecks. ;) Simkus is vanilla without bean flecks and I did not want to be him: Read More
Last week, my brother emailed me this picture:
The sad part is that he hit the nail on the head. Lately, I've let myself slip into self pity and make somewhat serious remarks about the above. Read More