It's Not About Luck: My Real-Life Stories of Serendipity
Today is St. Patrick’s Day here in the United States. I’ve always been conflicted about the holiday. I think my hesitation to fully embrace a celebratory attitude stems from one of a couple of reasons. Either: a) my aversion to a holiday that legitimizes drunkenness or b) that the holiday mascot is a leprechaun— a cute, jolly little short dude who is an appropriating stereotype and caricature for a Little Person (who are actually real people, by the way).
Reflecting Back on Past Essays and Writing
The stack is about three inches tall—roughly nine manila file folders’ worth. Inside them lies three years of intense writing from my undergraduate studies, created 15 years ago while earning my degree in journalism with a minor in creative writing. The sheer volume of writing I crammed into those years burned me out, prompting me to pivot to the business world for employment immediately after college. It would take me five years to pick up a pen and notepad again, this time as a reporter for a small rural newspaper in Wisconsin.
Don't Give Up! Minor Changes Can Bring Major Results
I have vowed that 2010 is going to be a better year for me than 2009 was. I will take more time to do things for myself, I will be more productive, I am going to learn new things and breakthrough old barriers. Whew! that is a lot for just one year! One challenge for me in '09 was keeping up with the housework.
Loving the Holidays but Surrendering to the Bah Humbug
Let's just cut to the chase. 2009 has been a shitty year for me. So shitty that when I am at my worst moments, what I am most grateful for, is simply life itself. Yes, I have many other things to be thankful for, too: a loving husband, supportive family, a roof over my head, and money in the bank.
Sometimes It's About Just Showing Up When You Don’t Want To
Sometimes, you just have to get up and show up. Even when it’s early, and every fiber of your being wants to stay in bed. Even when you wish for a magic wand to freeze the spinning world and let you rest just a little longer. That’s exactly how I felt at 8 a.m. this past Saturday. A few weeks ago, in my role as organizer for a South Bay girls’ Meet-up group, I had scheduled a fun outing to the DeAnza Flea Market. At the time, it sounded like a fantastic idea.