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).
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.
An Anxiety of Loving Fictional Things
On the way back from my friends’ weekend, on Tuesday morning, while I was on my flight to Austin, Avengers: Endgame tickets went on sale. […]
How Are You? Really?
My friends and I have gotten in the habit of intentional “how are you doing?” check-ins.
One Version of Someday
More advice from my father: it’s better to make a plan and deviate from it than to have no plan at all.
Austin to Atlanta
Traveling alone in the past has felt a little lonely to me. In college, it was a zone between worlds. My family and my fiance in one state. My friends and my burgeoning self in the other. No matter which way the plane flew I was leaving something behind.