Yesterday I began listening to the Burnout: The Secret to Solving the Stress Cycle by Amelia Nagoski and Emily Nagoski. I don’t need to get very far into this book to highly recommend it. Twenty minutes in and I felt like it was changing my life.
Camping at the Renaissance Faire
This weekend I camped out at the Sherwood Renaissance Faire. If you’ve never done this, here’s the short version: sleeping in the woods, drinking mead, crowns and corsets and swords, live jousting, people watching, turkey legs, horning beers, shopping for quill sets and dragon glasses, rude humor, clan parties, more mead, more food, more woods.
Close Enough
Today, advice from my brother
Who gave me a gift on his birthday
When he was nine or ten or eight
Colored sand in a bottle
Purple and pink and yellow
Maybe, I don’t have the bottle
But I have that thought
He gave me a gift on his birthday
A Little Career Advice for Young Professionals
I am not in a position to give a wealth of wisdom to young professionals. Being a young professional myself, only five years out of school, I have far from unlocked the secrets of career success. I look to my peers and mentors on our leadership team; their steady example of leadership in action is teaching me how to be a better leader and a better human.
My Car’s Name Is Keith
So I’m one of those people who name things. It seems like there are two solid camps here: people who name and label staplers (like my former coworkers in my hometown library) and the people who give me WTF faces when I ask what they are going to name their new iPad.
They Were Just Dreams
This morning, I want to take a moment to bless pleasant dreams and undisturbed sleep. I have always dreamed vividly, playing out elaborate fantasies through the night. There’s a dream about red and blue kingdoms I had when I was nine I still remember (and a coincidental precursor to my adult obsession with all things red and blue).
Writing Update: Setting Deadlines
Writing Update Tuesday! This week I’ve spent the bulk of my writing efforts transferring my story from google docs to Scrivener and organizing scenes and […]
No Such Thing As Guilty Pleasures
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. The phrase means that you should feel bad or ashamed for deriving joy from something that brings you joy. Bizarre. People throw it around when they talk about reality TV or eating chocolate. I find pleasure in a lot of things that would fall into this category, mainly tropey fanfiction.
A Letter to Sunday Morning Rainstorms
My favorite way to wake up is to thunder in the early hours. Rain patters on the bedroom window on a Sunday morning. I have […]
Cheating, A Little, But Still
I have a confession to make, I’ve been skipping my morning gym time. Now I’ve been substituting it with a modified weight routine at home and have kept up my evening exercise classes. It’s been over two months since I haven’t gotten at least 10,000 steps in a day.