Tag archives: expectations
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.
Am I the only one who feels relieved
when Christmas is over? I don’t know about you, but as soon as December 26
rolls around, I feel the immediate urge to take down every single Christmas
decoration and shove it in the attic for the next year. The day after Christmas is like the day after a night of binge drinking. The fun is over and now you have to peel yourself out of bed, head pounding, and deal with the mess.
It’s not that I hate Christmas. In fact,
I love it. I love the lights, the ...
My husband and I have done two things we
said we’d never do (and neither was reminiscent of 50 Shades of Grey). We bought a house and it’s in the suburbs.
Isn’t this the American Dream? Perhaps
for many people it is, but it’s never been our dream.
After a condo-owning fiasco, we had sworn
we’d never own property again. We’d happily fork over cash to a landlord if it
meant trading in home maintenance and a hefty mortgage for more fun things,
like dining out and European vacations.
Plus, our anti-car sentiment has ...
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 ...
In preparation for the Mardi Gras celebration at my daughter’s
school, I found myself blowing up festive balloons in purple, green and gold
for a giant balloon drop. Who doesn’t love balloons, right?
Me, that’s who. In fact I hate them. It goes beyond hate. I’m
mildly terrified of them. Watching someone rub a balloon on their head and
stick it on the wall fills me with panic.
It’s an irrational fear that stems back to childhood when I watched
one of those giant punching balloons explode on my babysitter’s face as she