The alarm goes off and I wake up after hitting snooze only once. I have to get my run in while it’s still cool outside. I check the weather; it’s already 78 degrees and 86% humid and it’s only 6 AM! Well…there goes my plan to beat the heat. I’m not a morning person so this is all the excuse I need to skip my run and crawl back under the covers.
It’s June so summer is almost here…and that means wedding season has already arrived. I’ve attended two weddings so far and will be attending even more over the next few months. It’s here, so get ready.
From the outside, my family seems perfectly normal, but I know the truth. Like most people, as a kid I didn’t notice a lot of my family quirks, but as I’ve grown up, my eyes have been opened: We are all really strange.
Probably everyone feels this way about their family at some point in time, but I was reminded of this at our Mother’s Day dinner over the weekend. Before I get into the story, here’s a quick snapshot of my parents:
I was recently in NYC for work, but I was able to extend my trip into the weekend so I had plenty of time to play and enjoy the city. I’ve traveled alone before, but it’s always been to visit friends or family so this was my first 100% solo vacation and I loved every minute of it.
Last week I had the opportunity to travel to New York for a class for work. It was exciting and I learned a lot, but it was also hard. I was the youngest person in the room by 7 years (I know because the other young-looking attendee mentioned when he graduated from college) and the least experienced. And it was obvious not just to me, but to everyone else. They all had titles like Manager, Director, Vice President, none of which are my title.
It’s silly, but I have been postponing sending an email for over 6 months. I finally hit send earlier this week and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
It was a short, administrative email about a not fun thing, but it only took about five minutes tops to write. So why did I wait so long?
Happy New Year! Did you make a New Year’s resolution?
I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions because any day is a good day to make a resolution. I mentioned this in our first weekly staff meeting of 2017 and my manager told me I should make a motivational poster so here is the quote…and some cupcakes. Get inspired.
This past weekend I attended my college’s homecoming and for the first time I felt like I really didn’t belong. I graduated a few years ago and now I don’t know anyone who is an undergraduate and everything on campus is changing: new buildings, new stadium, and new faces.
It’s strange getting the feeling that a place that was your home for four years is no longer your home. I guess this is part of the growing up.
Blog fatigue: When you start a blog and then run out of steam and abandon it.
I confess. As you probably already know, I am guilty of this! Over the weekend a friend mentioned she had discovered my blog through the link in my Instagram profile and that she was reading through some of the posts. I was immediately ashamed because I HAVE NOT UPDATED THIS BLOG IN FOREVER!
I feel like Dug from Up with his cone of shame. I do not like the cone of shame! And the worst part is, I only have myself to blame.
I’ve never liked working in teams. I personally dreaded group work in college and high school, especially if the groups were assigned. The saying goes if there are two people in a group, one person does all the work and the second one watches. And I sort of believe it. Sometimes I think, it would just be faster, easier, or better if I did it myself.
Especially in the U.S. and western culture where individualism is strongly praised, we’d rather do it on our own. We are taught self reliance. Of course, being independent is good, but sometimes we do need support from others. I’m slowly learning this.