Everyday, we do more than enough. We exhaust, we cajole, we strive, we prosper, we mire, we wither. We triumph. We wallow. We find ourselves uncertain and unglued. We become tangled with life, not in harmony beside it. Being tired is normal. Drinking copious amounts of coffee is normal. Working so hard for your family…
The story of my life begins like this: stop waiting. Everyday I wake and discover the soft curve of your ear and your heavy breathing beside me. I move through the day, everyday, pondering what feels off what I do not have what more could be done. “Should” rules me. Everyday, I stare at this city from my small…
Recently, I bought the book Life is a Verb by Patti Digh. In it are words of imagination, wisdom and wonderful exercises. A quote she wrote really affected me, and it has been at the forefront of my mind lately – with every decision, every response, every action or reaction. She wrote, “If I recall…
“It’s the best thing in the world to be alone when you’re in love. It’s so much more relaxing than being with the person and just waiting for them to do something at any moment to ruin everything.” – Jennifer Belle, from Little Stalker I sit at my desk, looking at the fragmented sky outside….
Hurry up and get to the doctor so you can wait for an hour. Hurry up and speed past me in your car so you can get to that red light. Hurry up and get to the airport an hour early so you can get delayed and wait for four. Hurry up and apply to…
After a week’s vacation, I have a singular focus: selling books. In Florida, as we perused a Books-A-Million, I saw my book on the shelf. I quickly scooped it up from the self-help section and plopped it on our “favorite paperbacks” shelf. A little guerilla marketing never hurt anyone and perhaps someone will pick it…
All day, I have done nothing. I got up early, made coffee and pancakes and lounged on the couch, watching Say Yes To The Dress (no, really, I did). I did manage to walk to the gym to do cardio; cleaned; made food; took a walk, all waiting for Alex to get back home from…
I want to be in Paris today. This is a phrase I utter often, amidst the daily chores of life. Wake up, pour a cup of coffee, eat the oatmeal, feed the dog, hit the road to train a client before most people are even awake. On the walk to the park or the training…
Dialogue of an inner self-critic… (a compilation) I’m so bloated. God, I look disgusting. How can I look like that when I work so hard! I stare in the mirror, clothes removed, seconds from entering the steaming shower. I turn to the side, let my stomach billow out to its normal shape – 6 months…
Once upon a time, I stood in a boxing ring. I wore leather gloves flecked with red. I threw jabs and overhand lefts and body shots into the soft bellies of men. I got brain surgery; I stopped boxing; I lost heaps of hair on the left side of my head. As a freshman in college,…
