Work

I’m back in the office this morning. And apparently, in the 7 weeks since I’ve sat at this desk, the sun has shifted.

In keeping with my track record of “don’t stay in one place for too long,” I’m flying to Nashville tonight for 10 days.  Josh & Meg are getting married next weekend, so I’m going to work with my wonderful co-workers at headquarters until then. “Headquarters” sounds so official.  I should mention that said “headquarters” houses…

Yesterday, my co-worker Molly got a text from an unknown number that said, “I know where you live.” I have no patience for creepy shenanigans like that, so I had her give me the phone number.  A quick bit of internet/phone sleuthing later, and I discovered the anonymous texter’s identity – a pre-adolescent boy in…

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

On Sunday, while talking to my mom, one of my major insecurities fell out of my mouth.  Without the slightest hesitation, it slipped off my tongue – and landed right there on the coffee table. “Where did you learn that?” she asked.  “Why do you feel that way about yourself?” And for the past 36…

The secret’s out. *via Carl – hi, Carl!

My friend Zach moved from Seattle to Nashville this week; it’s great to have him here. We hadn’t seen each other in almost 3 years until he arrived on my doorstep on Monday night.  As I made dinner and we caught up, he told me that since the last time we saw each other, I’ve…

Judge me if you will, but I plan on bawling my eyes out when I see Jessi Alexander sing Miley Cyrus’ “The Climb” at the Bluebird tonight. That song makes my heart burst. Speaking of my heart bursting, yesterday, I received a rogue voicemail that somehow wound up in our queue at work from a…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

My life is really awesome.  And if I were the F-bomb using type, I’d throw one of those in: my life is really F-ing awesome.  I LOVE my life here in Nashville. That said, I’m feeling overwhelmed with everything going on – and yes, that is a monstrous understatement. I have a new job that…