I took a week off of blogging. The time away felt self-indulgent and risky as if once I opened up the possibility of not writing for one week, that would lead down a slippery slope. I didn’t do much during that time except worry. Worry about more preparation for the upcoming teaching year, my child’s …
I might be jumping the gun but I am making my fall wish list. The act seems more crucial because as the school year starts, I am less likely to take the time to plan activities for the kids and myself. So get your notebook ready and stick the results up on your fridge. I’m about to eliminate any excuse for a boring autumn.
Take a look at the shopping list you were putting together today. If you ripped it up now, would your house explode? Do you have enough to get you through the week? Can you make do with what you have and how much money will that save you?
A note of warning about the following list. You may develop an insatiable need for travel. You may find yourself making lists or dream boards or whole Pinterest boards dedicated to adventure. If you develop a rash, talk to your doctor.
Have you ever imagined yourself at one with nature; the ambient noise of a waterfall in the background. There is a slight breeze to cool your sun-warmed legs and as you sip your morning coffee, considering taking one of the many nature trails, you just about reach Nirvana when your child screams out “MOMMA, I HAVE TO GO POTTY!”
One would think that with the advent of personal computers and digital files that we would be consuming way less paper than we did in, let’s say, 1960. It’s a nice thought that might help us to sleep better in our ignorance.
This summer I creep-crawled onto Facebook and into my social circle. Then I dove in. Then I started to drown. There I was again, weighted down by FOMO, angst over friends’ political positions, and guilt over spending any time on social media at all. I have to be on Facebook for the purposes of my …
Ever spent too much on eating out? I have. Here is a challenge to get your food budget back on track. Let me re-introduce you to…your pantry.
If we let it, mid-life can be a place of purgatory. We aren’t old enough to be free of work and we are too old to start something new. So how do we live a better life? A happier life? A more grateful existence?
We tend to use our bookshelves like bumper stickers. As in “Hey everybody! I’m literate and we might share values!” However, unless it’s something that is picked up often and read like a bible, it probably has little place in your current life. Why live seated next to the guilt of an unachieved dream?