The Art of Quitting

No, no, not quilting. I’m talking about QUITTING! You know (donezo!, basta!), throwing in that proverbial towel! There’s an acquired art to it. I know, odd right? basta gifYou grow up your whole life hearing things like: “don’t give up, you’re almost there, don’t be a quitter, you must find a way, keep going, make it work no matter what!” Sure, they apply to some things in life, perhaps a career you’re determined to be successful at or a marriage to someone you truly love. But often times I find this general philosophy Continue reading

All the Small Things

“Wow, 2020 has easily been the best year yet”… said no one ever! Actually that’s not true, I can think of a micro percentage of people who are probably riding high on this 2020 wave. The CEO’s of Lysol, Zoom, Moderna, and Amazon are doing great without a doubt. rising-stock-priceI wouldn’t be surprised if Tesla Continue reading

Let It Shine

Ever get the feeling that time is slipping through your fingers and all you can do is watch in motionless horror? It’s the second week into 2019 and already I’m in a panic thinking about all the things I still have to do before I return to work in October- after my luscious 18-month maternity leave. If I looked up studies on mood levels around this time of year, I get the feeling they’d likely note that this is the week when all the excitement of the New Year dips low and all the goals we made for ourselves start to go by the wayside. We start to get suffocated by the clouds rolling in and instead of the New Year “I can totally do this” attitude, we might slowly transition into the “but can I really?” phase.

When I feel these negative feelings creeping in I try to be proactive in recognizing it, calling myself out on it and doing what I can to practice gratitude in order to stay positive. This is, of course, easier said than done. Here are some ways I have found helpful to combat these impulses from dragging me under. Continue reading

Unstick Me

Here we are, it’s 2019 and the new year is already in progress. No joke, a couple days ago I did what I feel only a senile person would do- I was in the process of deciding how I wanted to spend our NYE and mid-sentence turned to my husband to ask him what year we were in. I guess I could have taken a moment to calculate the answer myself (or google it… my, how times have changed), but it was the act of even having to ask; the fact that I had forgotten what year we were in, despite having been fully immersed in it for 365 days, was hard to reconcile. Continue reading