Tag archives: life lessons
This morning as I lay on the living floor doing extremely uncomfortable physical therapy exercises for my neck, an unexpected thought popped into my head: I am so grateful I’m not angry all the time any more.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving so feelings of gratitude shouldn’t be surprising, but I wasn’t quite sure where this one came from. Yet, it is truly what I am most thankful for this year.
When I returned to work full time last February, my biggest fear was turning back into “scary mommy.” I had spent the previous two years trying to figure ...
As I was reading an article on happiness—much of
the tips I’ve heard before—the final fact caught my eye. It said that people
naturally become happier with age, particularly after hitting middle age.
Being on the cusp of middle age, I was
intrigued. The article mentioned a number of scientific theories: we remember
happy memories more strongly than negative ones, we weed out people and things
that make us unhappy and we focus less on goals and more on well-being.
This last part aligns with a theory I’ve been
developing about capacity. In talking with friends ...
Last week I let a woman who reminded me of my grandmother
get to second base. It was my first time so I was nervous, but she was a pro.
In fact her cheerful manner as she squished my breasts into
the mammogram machine actually may have made the entire experience less awkward
than the first time I was felt up—at age 15.
What made the day even more memorable is that not more than
an hour before my topless experience, I was deep into my first-ever therapy
session. If I had added a colonoscopy to the day, I ...
Each day I leave my nice, cushy neighborhood to drive across
town to my daughter’s school. It is an 18-minute lesson in gratitude and guilt.
The route is nearly equal parts churches, daycares,
convenience stores, bars and boarded up buildings. People wait for busses in
clothing not nearly warm enough for the subzero temps. It is a daily reminder
that my upper-middle class life is one of privilege.
Because my freelance work allows me flexibility, I regularly
spend time in my daughter’s classroom. I have the privilege of seeing her
teacher in action, of seeing the children learn ...
Many of you have likely already declared your
New Year’s resolutions. In typical fashion, I am running a bit late. This is
particularly amusing to me and slightly hypocritical given that my first resolution
for this year is: Don’t be late.
When it comes to running late, I could challenge
Alice’s White Rabbit for top honors. I’ve actually found myself darting through
the house, yelling “We’re late! We’re late! Hurry up, we’re late!”
Since I don’t live in Wonderland and constantly
running late causes stress, it’s time for a change.