When I wrote this, Mother’s Day had just passed. By all accounts, it should have been a lovely day. My husband made me a spectacular breakfast, and we spent the morning side-by-side watching Premiere League soccer. He gave me terra cotta colored…
If I was good (note my use of good versus perfect!) at anything during my sabbatical, it was sticking to a cycling routine. At first, it was a tool – a return to the routine I needed. Post-pandemic, it was also an easy way to ease back into the…
I have long cycled. I have a beautiful, vintage blue Bianchi road bike that I’ve ridden for years. Never one to ride alone, my cycling partner (and the person who first got me into cycling) was my former business partner and mentor, Sam….
This is the third in a series of collective thoughts from my sabbatical. And if you’re following along (and I hope you are), you know that I failed to post this past week. I totally forgot! And how appropriate for that mistake – nah, mishap…
Last night I dreamt that my cousin, Nancy, and her husband, Greg, were marrying after years together. First of all, in typical dream-like-suspension-of-reality, this is absurd. Nancy and Greg are married, and have been for years. They have…
Personal best, not perfection. ~Bethany Faircloth The best is the enemy of the good. ~Voltaire And God saw that it was good . . . ~ Genesis This is my umpteenth attempt at this blog . . . a blog on perfectionism. In a series on lessons taken from sabbatical….
So, today’s blog is on perfectionism. Ironically, there is no blog today. Sigh. And somehow that’s perfect. Tune in next week, I promise I will have it done. It’ll be perfect. Or not….
“We will be friends until forever, just you wait and see.” – Winnie the Pooh I did not marry my best friend. Did you? For many of my couples, yes. They happily say they are marrying their best friend. I love that. I think it is likely more common to…
I knew this day was coming. Of course I did. It’s marked on my calendar, but I often wonder why I bother. It’s not like my mind, my body, my heart need the reminder. Today marks a full decade without my Mom. The motherless decade. I often say that time…
The thick of early-childhood parenting is stressful. At least it was for us. All of a sudden we had this not-so-easy baby/toddler making demands on us while we juggled work and running a house. I know some folks just fly first-class into parenthood….