A comment reader Jen left about holding patterns (Jen’s comment) made me pause. I wonder if it had the same impact on you? When I look back on my life what I see is a series of enormous leaps followed by long phases of what I can only describe as holding patterns. It is almost
As I sit here on a balcony overlooking the ocean, on this the first day of my 44th year of existence, I find myself musing about all the things I once planned for someday when my real life started. This kind of musing can be hard on those who are truly delicate flowers, but if
I’d like to say that I’m standing on the edge of glory, but I don’t think it’s glory that’s down there.
I have run across a significant number of life/time management books over the last few years. It seems that the entire world had suggestions for how to better organize my newly liberated life once I quit my job. I mentioned this to Pen, and she pulled out a slew of self-helpy kind of books that
The other day someone asked me what was wrong (as I appeared out of sorts), and I replied, “life.” This comes off sounding evasive, but really it is the most complete answer I can possibly give because there are days when “my life” really is the thing that is wrong. There were no catastrophes (thank
Pen and I held a strategic planning meeting last night. I’m not going to lie– there were some difficulties. Some of the stumbling blocks were beyond our control and some relate to the fact that we just don’t know what the goals should be anymore. Still, we ate some homemade cookies, did some snacking and
I’m sitting by my bookshelf clearing out things I’ll never read again as part of yet another purge of my apartment. I have a Pulkina in my hand– a Russian practical grammar book. I haven’t so much as thought about this book in 18 years. Dust particles are tickling my nose as I crack the
I propose that we all get together with friends (or one friend, whatever) and tell each other every way that we’ve failed this week (or month, year, lifetime). Literally, I want to have a “Fail Day.”
A bloody mary in the morning is perfectly acceptable. A mimosa is considered elegant. But order a double whiskey before 9am, and there’s an intervention-worthy scandal brewing. Who makes these rules? Not that I’m contemplating drinking at 9:22am. No… that happened much earlier.
If you have ever been single for a significant length of time (years, decades), more than likely you’ve set up some solitary patterns for the way you live your life. Yes, you may have friends who you incorporate into these patterns (activities, travel destinations, etc), but for the most part, you have been working out