A year ago today, I woke
up for the first time in my Milwaukee home. I was excited about our new chapter
in life but also exhausted from the three-day drive across country and overwhelmed
by the unpacking.
Mostly, I was terrified at
having left behind a circle of friends that had taken more than a decade to
create. My emotional stability was in question—so I guess things were actually
pretty much the same as always but I worried about life without having dear
friends close by.
I was right to be concerned.
Only in the past decade has ...
Having spent the past
four days visiting my best friend from high school, I woke up this morning in a
curious funk. I should have felt refreshed and happy, on a post-vacation high.
Instead, I was melancholy and moody.
It shouldn’t have come
as a surprise. Hanging out with someone who giggled with you when you were a
pimply faced teen with braces and a poodle perm surely lights up something
inside you akin to a heroin rush (I assume given that I have never partaken in
heroin). Of course, the rush is followed by a crash and major ...
Just over a week ago I
swallowed what I hope was the last pill for anxiety control that I will ever
take. After six months of medically induced mellowness, I felt ready to boost
my serotonin levels on my own. Plus, I really missed my libido.
The medication had taken
the edge off my anxious personality, but it also made me slightly numb (in more
ways than one) and unmotivated. I’d lost my internal fire and I wanted some of it back.
Many people have anxiety levels that may require lifelong medication, but for others, making lifestyle changes
Back in college, we used to play a little game
called “I Never.” Perhaps you’ve heard of it? One person says something they’ve
never done and those who have done said thing must drink.
It’s an excellent way to learn people’s deepest
darkest secrets, thereby creating lifelong friendships based on fear that the horrible
things you’ve done could be shared. The game creates way stronger bonds than
As my college years passed, more things were taken
off my “I never” list. Some of these items were originally on the “I would
never” list ...
Tomorrow my daughter “graduates” from
kindergarten. Milestones like this always make me sentimental, but this year
the bittersweet emotion is amplified by 27.
You see, this was my year to revisit kindergarten.
I gave up the security of full-time work for the flexibility of freelancing so
I could spend more time with my daughter and volunteer at her school. That
meant spending time with 28 little people on a regular basis.
It was a questionable move for someone with
workaholic tendencies and a mild dislike for “OPKs” (other people’s kids). Helping in the classroom was unchartered territory. I worried ...