My Life. My Blog.

I’ve been writing this blog for just shy of three years.  I publish on Sunday evenings - without fail.  Some weeks - I’ve been driving on a Sunday morning in an effort to clear my mind, to find something to write about. Some weeks, I have several ideas and the words just pour out. Some weeks I think, maybe it’s ok to miss a week or maybe it’s time - to stop …  Yet the ideas inevitably come. The walking away feels easy - but not right. The truth is … I don’t always have words

I saw a reel the other day … one that stuck, that resonated. She was asking if you’ve ever had an overwhelming desire to quit your job, start over or move countries … um … yes … all the time … well apparently this is prediction error.   (I’m grossly oversimplifying this - the full instagram reel is here ). When you google this - the simplified explanation is “error = actual - predicted.” Note - this is when I wish high school science had been way more interesting … as a child

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you experience all the emotions?  Like, every single one? That’s been my week.   I received news late last week that layoffs were happening where I worked in a past life.  Someone had been impacted that had made my life unbelievably difficult.  I felt validated.  Seen. Heard. Finally. I also felt like a horrible human being for feeling any and all of those things - this is, afterall, someone's life.  Fast forward to early this week …