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Mortification
Since I sit at a desk all day long, I find myself clicking out into the internet. I click and click and click until suddenly, I realize that I have no idea how I got to where I am. Like when I came across this. And also, this. But the other day, I was so…
So this is hope
“Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.”— C.S. Lewis (The Silver Chair) I’ve done my fair share of crying since I arrived here in Nashville. Everything about this transition has felt so different (i.e….
Professionals in the South
Me: “Could you come back this afternoon?” Her: “I don’t know – I might could.”
Burn burn burn baby burn
So much for all of those big words about being so above slick, commercial pop-country. I fought it. Lord, how I fought it. I spent more than a year rolling my eyes in disdain and superiority. I scoffed at the media attention she received. I changed the station every time she came on. But then,…
Detox
I am particular. I am complicated. I am high-maintenance. I readily admit these things about myself. But in recent weeks, I have been reminded of these things by those closest to me. It doesn’t feel good. I become defensive and sensitive, and rapidly look for other things to distract me or fill me or cheer…
The Last Lecture
“Brick walls are there for a reason: they let us prove how badly we want things.” –Randy Pausch
The agony
The next time that you receive a piece of mass mail in your mailbox, I want you to hold it in your hands. I want you to caress it, and turn it over, and draw your finger along its edges. I want you to admire the way that it has been sealed with care for…
To Chi or not to Chi?
I wore a dress to work today, and that always makes for a good day. No, I’m not going to go all “the hills are alive” twirling or anything, but there is definitely something about wearing a dress that makes me feel a little more put together, a little more credible, a little more capable….
Home-less? Home-full?
I spent a large part of this weekend wondering why I ever left Seattle. I miss it – everything about it, except for the slugs. I miss my friends and the weather and the water and the way that the streets never quite run in a straight line. I miss the yummy coffee and salmon…