Recently, in one of those HALLELUJAH moments, Husband decided to take the kids down to the lake for some airing out. I’d just come down with a cold, and after the hustle of the holidays, the time alone in the house was just about the best gift he could give me. (IMPORTANT NOTE: You don’t have to wait til next Christmas to do this again, Husband.)Read more
A Niche-Less Wonder in a Niche-Obsessed Algorithm
Motivation is a curious thing.
It comes and goes, usually without warning.
One minute I’m making grand proclamations about becoming the fittest version of myself. The next, I’m making all the excuses to not workout.Read more
Is this a mid-life crisis? Asking for a friend.
There are some things we just know about ourselves.
For example, I know that I will never eat haggis. I don’t have to think about it; I just know that I’ll pass on the sheep’s organs 100% of the time.
I also know that I’m highly sensitive. It took years of feeling like the piece that didn’t quite fit before I learned that there’s a name for people like me… erm… highly sensitive person… and that it’s an actual trait and not some personality flaw. (Resist the urge to comment, Husband.)Read more
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