A few weeks ago, I stumbled spectacularly. This was a literal stumble and not a metaphorical one. As is often the case, my head was in one place and my feet were in another. As most successful walkers will tell you, ideally you want your head and feet in the same general vicinity.
Is there anything better than returning to work the day after a long weekend dedicated to the workforce? Yes. There are many (so many) things better than that, but here we are.
The last few years have come with many lessons, and the value of work is a big one. What that “value” is? Well, that is still very much up for debate.
Fuzzy socks are exponentially softer when it’s snowing outside. Hot chocolate/coffee/tea is like liquid love when it hits your lips on a crisp, cool morning. There is nothing cozier than your favorite blanket after a hectic day.
It’s the Fourth of July. A day where, in the U.S.. we celebrate our independence. I’ve written and rewritten these thoughts countless times. The Supreme Court’s decision regarding Roe v. Wade has been coloring my view; frankly, I’ve been struggling to find a reason to celebrate the United States today (or any day). I’m not ready to break out the sparklers, but here is where I’m at.
Welcome to the darkest day of winter. Not literally, that was back in December for those of us in the northern hemisphere. Today is more of a darkness for the soul. A day so deep in despair that we turn to a man who claims to communicate with an immortal rodent who has a side-hustle in meteorology.
Welcome to the Mondayest of all Mondays — the first Monday of the year. I actually enjoy Mondays, and the first one of the year is no exception. That being said, I fully understand that for many, Mondays are the worst. That makes this first Monday after the holidays, the absolute worst.
There’s nothing like a pandemic to remind you that we very much are all in this together. We may forget that from time to time, but at least once a year the world conspires to refresh our memories.
In the past, I may not have stated this so proudly or boldly. However, the past 18ish months have offered many lessons, one of those being if it brings you joy and it isn’t hurting anyone, go for it.
One of my favorite holiday traditions is taking in and photographing the holiday hustle and bustle. You know, the usual sidewalk insanity but with a torrent of twinkle. It starts with the unveiling of the Macy’s holiday windows and ends with the savvy sprint of the last-minute shoppers.
importance of vaccines and getting vaccinated (they are / you should) but to provide context for my state of mind.