Was today typical? Some days are so quintessentially typical they loop right back around into chaos. Yesterday was one of those. A day that screamed, “You know better!” while I marched forward like a caffeine-fueled general on a self-imposed battlefield of calendar invites and step goals. Let’s start […]
This past weekend, the French Open gave us more than just tennis. It gave us a gritty, sweaty, glorious masterclass in resilience. Both Coco Gauff and Carlos Alcaraz reminded us that it’s not how you start, but how you finish. And oh, did they finish. Alcaraz clawed his […]
You ever wake up on a Monday and just know in the pit of your stomach, the ache in your knees, the existential sigh before your first cup of coffee—that the week ahead is going to be long? Like…crawling-through-wet-cement long? That was me this week. Before I even […]
Let’s get one thing straight: a horse isn’t climbing a tree anytime soon. Not today, not tomorrow, not even if you bribe it with organic apples and serenade it with Taylor Swift’s latest album. A horse is built to gallop across fields, not swing from branches like a […]
I recently stumbled across a quote I had scribbled down at some point in my life, buried in a note, between grocery lists and half-baked blog titles: “A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person.”— Zig Ziglar Wait, what? I blinked. Then blinked […]
Some people treat rest like it’s dessert. You only get it if you’ve eaten your vegetables, cleared your inbox, fixed your soul, walked the dog, and saved the world twice. And even then—maybe—you’re allowed to sit down. For ten minutes. As a treat. But let me be clear: […]
Some folks hear the word “boundary” and act like you just slapped their emotional support latte out of their hand. “Why are you being mean?” they ask, as if choosing not to carry their chaos is somehow a federal offense. But let me say it louder for the […]
Where’s the remote? Under the dachshund. Where’s my phone? Also under the dachshund. Where’s the one document I need for this meeting that starts in 2 minutes? You guessed it: dachshund butt territory. He sits on the things I need most. But maybe, just maybe, he’s onto something. […]
Ah, Monday. The great illusionist. The David Blaine of the calendar. One moment it’s 8:00 a.m. and you’re mapping out your grand plans, whispering motivational quotes to yourself like you’re about to scale Everest in heels. And then—poof!—it’s 5:43 p.m., you’re unsure of what actually got done, and […]
Some days, I work from home. Some days, I try to work from home. And some days, I resign myself to the fact that my dachshund is actually the one running the house. Because he will bark. At. Nothing. A speck of dust? Bark. A leaf that dared […]
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