A few years ago, I witnessed the dropping of about 20 boots. It was part of a performance of “Oklahoma!”, not some footwear production mishap, and I’m not sure about the number, but the point is that there were a lot of shoes, and they were dropped.
The beginning of a new year, by definition, brings a lot of new. One of my favorites is a new planner. There’s just something special about putting pen to paper to plan and track your year.
The end of the year is a time of reflection on the past and planning for the future. Of course, that means we sometimes neglect the present. For these final days of 2022, I hope that you are able to be in the moment, to be where you are, as you are.
This past weekend, Daylight Saving Time (DST) ended in the U.S. That means on Sunday morning we woke to a world that was very much the same, but also an hour earlier than we expected. This changing of the clocks combined with the changing of the seasons means our days feel a little shorter andContinue reading “A Moment to Adjust”
If you would like to see humanity at its best and worst, I highly recommend a trip on public transit during rush hour. Throw in a far-reaching service disruption and prepare yourself for a show.
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.