Who am I anyway?Am I my resume?That is a picture of a person I don’t know. A Chorus Line As I’ve mentioned, the process of willingly separating yourself from a job of 16+ years is a long one, and it involves an extraordinary amount of paperwork. While that is a nuisance, there is only
Well, it has finally happened: my brain has stopped trying to process what I’ve done by leaving my job and just embraced Property Virgins, House Hunters and House Hunters International. I may have watched (on and off) about 7 hours of those shows on Monday. I’m no closer to figuring out what I want to
I received a lot of emails and some comments posted on the blog about my post regarding “The Rule of the First.” What really stood out for me was how many people mentioned using the rule as a way to…um…reconnect with a man who had cheated on them. I’m wonderfully uptight, and do not generally
Ah, proximity—you seem to be the key to all things dating… which is tricky given how much I like to spend time alone. This week’s Breaking In featured the theory that “love is a numbers game” and that the way for one of the leads to finally get the girl of his dreams is to
Pink Pepper Thai Yesterday, I discovered a terrific Thai food place called Pink Pepper Thai in Hollywood. I’d like to say that I am a visionary who has unearthed this yet to be discovered hot spot in Los Angeles – and if that gets me a job writing for Social LA-type blogs, I will say
I may have expected too much from my new life—or at least I may have expected fabulousness to begin occurring with a rapidity that was unrealistic. I feel enormous pressure to find something amazing every day, for no other reason than I think I believed that to be so. I had this “look out world”
At some point, I would like to be as happy as this penguin. New goal! http://img.widgets.video.s-msn.com/flash/customplayer/1_0/customplayer.swfVideo: Penguin Loves To Get Scratched
Clearly, in order to become a wildly famous author with Pulitzer committee calls and film conversion offers waiting in the wings, I should tell you about the brilliance that was my first day in my new life. That brilliance should include a sly mention of my embarking on a torrid affair with a well-known leading
It turns out that the first thing to throw me about my new found “adventure” was not the relatively late wake-up time (slept in until almost 6am, thank you very much!), and it wasn’t the lack of frantic emails on a Sunday night about the work week. It was my missing Blackberry. I have perfected
Remember this blog: http://katedating.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-year.html ? Well, the question posed there might not have been a rhetorical one. I’ve found myself at the end of one particular career path. While I won’t go into details, I began to wonder why I was doing the things I was doing. And while no one loves to complain more