Get Off the Ground Floor and Thrive I’ll be talking about how to thrive. I will, but I gotta give you some backstory first: I was born an old soul and I’ll remain one until the end. In other words I’m a little old lady at 32. I watch old people stuff and I listen…
So there is a little change. It’s 2017! We made it! If I didn’t say it already, welcome to 2017. That year we don’t need to talk about is over, which is ALSO a welcome change. I’m going to kick the year off with a confession: I hate New Years resolutions. Yes, really. Honestly, truly.…
NO HOLIDAY PLANNING I’ll say it again. No holiday planning. Some of us hate planning like Joan Crawford hated wire hangers. I’m some of us. I hate planning. Holiday functions require planning. I hate planning. You see where I’m going with this, right? As usual know,anybody can catch me with an attitude any given day…
A closed mouth doesn’t get fed. Right? One of the most humbling parts of managing a diagnosis, and life in general is learning to recognize our limitations. Limitations mean having less self-sufficiency. Less self-sufficiency?means asking?for help. Spoiler alert: I?hate asking for help.? There’s a saying “a closed mouth doesn’t get fed,” and like so many…
Crazy Making Behaviors Relationships make me crazy. It’s the small realizations in life that sometimes make the biggest impact. Sometimes I over commit. I’m not talking about workload this time, I’m talking about people. There is nothing that ties my stomach into knots and sends my thoughts racing like relationships. There’s no point in denying…
I know you all are accustomed to me telling you something, but this time I need someone to tell me something: My mind is a graveyard of abandoned ideas. Not crummy ones, either; no these are brilliant and they mostly get thrown on the stack with the rest, collecting dust. Why? The quest for something…
Cuffing season approaches and what better to write about in a column about dating, right? I have spent almost three weeks procrastinating on writing this post. So many that I finally went on a long rant to a friend and decided it fit perfectly. Here’s how I feel about cuffing season: Every time I think…
To the guy who will never understand why I reacted the way I did: You probably will never read this, because you think I am crazy. You’re not the first. What you perceived as an overreaction on my part was actually an attempt on my part to remind myself that you weren’t trying to hurt…
