Category archives: Life Reflections
For many of us New Year's Eve provides that time of year for looking back on the past year before looking forward to the next. For me, the last year has been all about seeing things more clearly. Learning to move in
life’s sweet spot, which is what this blog is all about, has required lots of moments of clarity.
And those moments have felt a bit like walking outside on a sunny day when it’s just
snowed. The world is bright and glittery and so very beautiful, but the longer
you stare at it, the more ...
For Christmas my boss gave me a copy of
the book he’s been reading, “Crossing the Unknown Sea: Work as a Pilgrimage of
Identity.” I feel it both ironic and mildly amusing that the book now sits on
my nightstand next to one I’ve been reading, “When Work Doesn’t Work Anymore:
Women, Work and Identity.”
Work and identity—for me an almost
impossible puzzle to figure out. You see, I started working at age 14 and my
job soon became a place of refuge. At my job, I could be a superstar. I was noticed.
I was ...
Ah, Christmas. What other time of year
has more traditions wrapped around it? It seems that as a species, humans
thrive on tradition and as much as we sometimes complain about it, we will
create traditions where there is a hole.
As a child growing up, my Christmases
followed the same rhythm each year. Christmas Eve we went to “the barn,” a live
reenactment of Jesus’s birth in a real barn, sitting on real hay bales next to
sheep and a donkey with members of our church acting out the scenes (I was the
first live baby Jesus). Audience ...
I am not a silly person. Sometimes I
can be funny—of the sarcastic variety. Once in a while I can be a bit goofy—after
a couple of glasses of wine. In college I had an 18-month period of time in
which I was REALLY fun—and really drunk. But silly? Never.
Silliness requires the ability to stop worrying
about what others think and to just enjoy the hilarity of the moment. That’s
why children are so good at it. Adults, at least this one, not so much.
In fact, I usually feel disdain for
silly adults (and ...
This morning my daughter climbed into
our bed to snuggle, and a tickle monster attack ensued followed by a game of “pillow”
(in which one person wants to sleep and the other is the moving pillow).
These mornings remind me of my
childhood. My brothers and I jumping onto my parents’ bed, my dad heating up
the griddle for pancakes and bacon. I don’t know if this was rare in my
childhood home or if it happened every weekend, but it is a strong memory. I
can nearly smell the syrup. In my memory, childhood weekends consisted of