It’s 10:30 on Monday night. I worked 9-5, picked up dinner on the way home, played a game of hide and seek, gave my daughter a bath, and put her to bed. Since she fell asleep, I have been on my laptop doing work for the past 2 hours. I should be relaxing from my long day,
I hope that you are enjoying the beauty and magic of the season. Unfortunately, for many people, the busyness of this time of year can lead to a lot of stress and interfere with being in the moment.
With the holiday season upon us, I began to think about what I am thankful for. With fear and anger rampant in the hearts and minds of many post-election, taking time to be grateful feels like a needed respite.
This month, I had the opportunity to go on several college tours with my 17-year-old niece who was visiting from out-of-town. We looked at big schools, small schools, some in the city, and some in the suburbs.
I love this time of year. The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming and after the annoying task of switching closets, I get to wear my fun summer clothes again. All of these things provide me with an energy that did not exist during the dark, cold months of winter.
With all the snow we’ve been getting in Philadelphia (and throughout the country), I have heard a lot about how different parts of the county are managing. There have been serious discussions about each city’s ability to clear out the snow and make the streets safe to drive on.
As my husband and I prepare for the arrival of our child in November, we have started nesting. Our evenings and weekends have been filled with cleaning and organizing to make room for all the supplies that the baby will need.
As I embark on moving to a new office (one floor up from where I currently am), I began to think about change. As exciting as change can be, it can also feel really scary.
Last month, I started a project that I had been procrastinating for a long time. I felt a sense of accomplishment for taking the first step but this feeling quickly faded as I realized how difficult this work was for me.
Last February, I went out of town to visit my mother-in-law, Betty, who was in the final stages of cancer. During this trip, I hung out with my 15-year-old niece, Lauren, who lives close to her grandmother and was spending a lot of time with her during these final days.
I have a confession to make. Every year, my holiday cards are late. I just don’t get around to mailing them out until I go on vacation a few days before Christmas.
One day a few weeks ago I found myself at loose ends. I had caught up on my paperwork, and I couldn’t find a good book to read or a good TV show to watch. I had spent some time online earlier in the day, so I didn’t even want to turn on my computer.