The other day we were talking about how noting three good things could have a positive impact on perspective and, therefore, mood. But there are certainly days where that’s not enough to really change the emotional tide. Those are the pampering days. Those are the days where I have to do something for myself in
Someone found my blog by searching for the internet for “do you split the check on a first date?” That person, whoever it was, inadvertently inspired this blog post (so, thank you).
I don’t know about you, but my motivation (and resulting creativity) flows in waves. My boyfriend seems endlessly creative. He sees a story everywhere, and he’s very focused. I cannot tell you how much I wish that was the case for me. No, for me every given day is different, and, at times, I find
Pen and I have adopted the “three good things” rule for the next few months. Essentially, rather than complaining all the time, we’re going to reduce that to complaining only ninety percent of the time. In the glorious ten percent of non-complaining time, we will note three good things that have happened that day.
We increasingly share every aspect of our day with the world (whether the world is interested or not). We Instagram our breakfasts, we tweet our traffic rants (after we are safely parked, of course), and we blog about our relationships. We see each other’s vacations and longed for destinations on Pinterest. We know bloggers’ craft
It has been a busy week here at Dating in LA and Other Urban Myths. If you’ve been busy, too, here is what you’ve missed: The Advantages of Dating After a Certain Age While aging in LA brings challenges to the dating scene, there is also one very big advantage Relaunching the Travel Blog Check
It’s Friday night, and I understand that this is often the night that singles go out on something called “a date.” Until recently, I didn’t have a lot of experience with this concept, but I’ve heard talk. I read. Back in the day, I had elaborate scenarios set up for “perfect dates.” While I’m no
I was going through my clothing, and I pulled out what remains my all time favorite sweatshirt. It’s falling apart. Most of the neck is ripped out. It’s stained. There are holes around it. The elastic at the wrists has long failed. And I absolutely refuse to get rid of it.
My “30 Days of New” challenge ended last week. How time flies! Most of my discoveries were small things: new restaurants, new products, new tools (Instagram!), and new shows. I did not discover a magical mystery tour. I did not find buried treasure during my first hike on a desolate beach (that one really bummed
My “30 Days of New” challenge ended last week. How time flies! Most of my discoveries were small things: new restaurants, new products, new tools (Instagram!), and new shows. I did not discover a magical mystery tour. I did not find buried treasure during my first hike on a desolate beach (that one really bummed