On April 15, 2011 I wrote a blog called “End of the Road.” It described a journey involving leaving my job for one year and changing my life. Four years. It ended up being four years. And counting. Shockingly, or not so much, this journey has looked nothing like I thought it would. I did
The day after my birthday, Andy and I were enjoying the sights and sounds of San Diego. At least, I was trying to, but a persistent aching started to get in the way. Popping advil wasn’t doing as much good as I hoped, and by the time we returned to Los Angeles, I had
Thank you to everyone who sent warm and fuzzy thoughts my way for my birthday! This one was oddly difficult. The number isn’t particularly noteworthy, so I was somewhat surprised that in the weeks approaching it, I was feeling oddly reluctant to even talk about it – which made planning for it a challenge for
When I quit my job to focus on … well, anything other than that job, I was hyper-aware that my savings would go quickly and that I had to be careful not to be frivolous. Naturally, I didn’t think I’d be away from steady work for this long, but it seemed like a good thing
I can’t believe it is already Wednesday. My only excuse for not posting about Saturday’s event sooner is that I’m still processing—not because anything bad happened, but because so much good happened that I can’t quite get my brain around it yet. First, I have to thank everyone who came out to support the reading.
“The Art of Adapting” by Cassandra Dunn is a novel focusing on change, obstacles and triumphs of a family in Southern California. Lana, a recently separated mother of two teenagers, is trying to not only adjust to her newly changed marital status, but also the financial uncertainties associated with it. In addition, she has taken
It’s just after 3 am here in California, and as is usual these days, I can’t sleep. I could blame the chaos around me in the form of moving boxes, but I think my brain just won’t stop going over all the things that need to be done now that I’ve returned. Returned? Yep. I
Raise your hand if you have ever wished that merely yelling “Do Over!” would allow you to make a different decision or take a different path? Whether it is to erase 20 years, or 20 minutes of poor life choices, “Do Over” could be a useful tool. Sure, you could undo some things that you
Raise your hand if you have ever wished that merely yelling “Do Over!” would allow you to make a different decision or take a different path? Whether it is to erase 20 years, or 20 minutes of poor life choices, “Do Over” could be a useful tool. Sure, you could undo some things that you