Danielle LaPorte (I know, I know, I’m talking about her a lot lately) once burned twenty years worth of journals. Twenty. Years. Here were her reasons why: REASONS FOR THE BIG BURN I’m not really interested in the idea of leaving a legacy. If I die tomorrow and vanish from everyone’s memories, fine by me. … Continue reading
I was late to work today. I had it wrong in my calendars (both of them), and it was an unusual start time, and actually starting at that time would have put me into overtime, but regardless, I was late today. It was one of those things, where although it was completely my fault, it … Continue reading
I remember when I started this blog. I had become recently jobless, by way of walking out of said job in a dramatic fashion. And then I spent the next few weeks wandering my boyfriend’s neighborhood with absolutely nothing to do. Often, I’d go to Starbucks with a bone dry cup from the day before, … Continue reading
I can’t believe, including number 84 right here, that there are only sixteen of these left. In some ways, this process has gone by incredibly quickly. When I look back to earlier posts about Violet saying “H is for hippo” or documenting a trip to the beach, that all feels like a very long time … Continue reading
Today, I led some of our new hires at work through writing their vision and setting goals. Which is my favorite thing to do, like, ever. You take a group of people who have, up until that point, usually had crappy jobs, and teach them all about stretchy pants and education and how to connect … Continue reading
V and I went to see my dad today, and although he hasn’t asked me this in a long time, at some point in our conversation (and trying to stop V from tearing all the guitars off the walls), he said, “So, are you writing?” For so long, the answer has been, “No, but I … Continue reading
When I started the goal of blogging 100 days in a row, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. But ten days in, I was like, Holy shit — how am I ever going to make it to 100? It was a much bigger goal than I originally anticipated. It takes a … Continue reading
small life, slow life 