Tag archives: slowing down
universe is at it again. This time in the form of an out-of-the-blue call from
a former colleague I haven’t spoken with in more than a year. He and another
former coworker were in town on business and wanted to see if I might be able
to get together for a drink or dinner.
It was a
last-minute request, and my schedule wouldn’t allow for it. Still, we chatted
for about 20 minutes, and it felt great to catch up. We’d survived some
difficult work challenges together over the years, and I realized how much I ...
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.
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 ...
Just over a week ago I
swallowed what I hope was the last pill for anxiety control that I will ever
take. After six months of medically induced mellowness, I felt ready to boost
my serotonin levels on my own. Plus, I really missed my libido.
The medication had taken
the edge off my anxious personality, but it also made me slightly numb (in more
ways than one) and unmotivated. I’d lost my internal fire and I wanted some of it back.
Many people have anxiety levels that may require lifelong medication, but for others, making lifestyle changes