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Make New Friends But Keep the Old Bookmark and Share

Make New Friends But Keep the Old

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 ...

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Do We Ever Rid Ourselves of Childhood Insecurities? Bookmark and Share

Old fears are hard habits to break. This morning I had to interview a researcher by phone for an article I’m writing. I’ve actually interviewed her before in person and she’s lovely, smart and down to earth—not intimidating at all.

So why did I wake up feeling like I’d eaten rocks? The only logical answer is that my anxiousness is a throwback to my days as a shy child and teenager—the days when asking anyone anything felt like torture. How I got through journalism school, I’ll never know.

I’ve interviewed hundreds of ...

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Why Personality Tests Say Nothing About You Bookmark and Share

Have you ever taken one of those personality tests? Pretty certain I’ve taken nearly all of them during my career. One told me I was a sea otter, another a shepherd, another a maximizer and yet another said I was an introverted perfectionist.

I’ve been thinking a lot about personality lately as I try to figure out what it is I want to do with the rest of my life, professionally speaking.

My conclusion is that these personality tests are bullshit. If an employer really wanted a truthful evaluation, they would require the questions be filled out by ...

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Aging Gracefully Means Knowing Your Limits Bookmark and Share

Yesterday, I tried a new yoga class at a new studio. The instructor was lovely as was the studio space. However, it seemed that I’d stumbled into some kind of restorative class for the old and injured—lots of use of blocks and easy movements.

Generally speaking, I like my yoga challenging and sweat-producing. I’m not there to get “zen” so much as I am to get a good ass kicking. It’s a very unyoga-like mentality, but I’ve made my peace with it.

So my mind immediately began rebelling and criticizing this simple class. Yet, at ...

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The Night I Stopped Faking It Bookmark and Share

This month marks the one-year anniversary of my blog. This milestone prompted me to revisit my very first blog post. It isn’t the first entry on this website. It is instead a piece I wrote 21 months before StillADancingQueen.com even existed. Yet, it was without a doubt the beginning.

It is called “Faking it,” and I wrote it at the end of the first staycation I had ever taken. Fresh off a week at home with my husband and daughter, I sobbed in anguish the night before I returned to a job that was sucking the life out ...

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