When my husband suggested a staycation
earlier this year, I was skeptical—and a bit bitter about the prospect. It’s
been a number of years since we’ve had what I would call a vacation getaway.
However, a backyard vacation made the
most sense given that we didn’t want to leave our aging cat alone for an extended
period of time, and we have a basement we want to remodel this year. So we set
some ground rules: no checking in with work, no excessive computer use, lots of
dining out so there wouldn’t be a kitchen ...
It’s been four months since I wrote a
blog post—and here’s why. I’ve been searching for the elusive key to happiness.
Now that I’ve found it, I can share. The key (at least for me) is boundaries.
Sadly, boundaries are my Achilles
heel—and I’ve developed one hell of an aching foot (not just because of my
plantar fasciitis flare up). In fact, due to my inability to erect boundaries,
my entire body is suffering and so are my mind, the cleanliness of my house, my
friendships, my family and my own happiness.
Anyone who’s known me for more than a
week probably knows I am a bookworm. Give me an hour of precious free time, and
I’ll quickly bury my head in the world of words.
It took years before my husband
finally realized that when I’m deep in a good story, he no longer exists to me.
And should he persist in trying to get my attention, he deserves the fury he
may unleash for pulling me so cruelly back to reality.
One of my best childhood memories was
the regular trips to the public library with my ...
How does one find oneself in the parking
lot of a retail store eating yogurt with a fork in her car?
Not a cup of yogurt, mind you, but a dinner-sized
yogurt-fruit-granola parfait. And the store was appropriately, in this case,
named Hobo, which is what I felt like huddled in the front seat, wondering
whether an officer would come knocking on the window asking what the hell I was
What I was doing was improvising. The
day hadn’t gone exactly as planned. My well-thought-out plan was this: a
morning lovingly sending my daughter off to school, followed ...
It’s been 12 years since I have
started a new job. I had forgotten how physically and emotionally draining the
first few days, weeks and maybe even months can be.
After a whirlwind first day, spent
meeting new coworkers and going through a massive project list followed by
rushing home to wolf down food and get my daughter to gymnastics, I crawled
into bed exhausted. Yet sleep eluded me.
My brain was stuck on repeat: “must process, must process.”
I tossed and turned and had weird dreams. When the alarm finally went off, my
inner introvert pulled her head ...