The past week and a half have been a little harder for me. I went for a job that would have absolutely boosted my career as a writer, and I only lasted four days! For all intents and purposes, the job simply wasn’t a good fit for me.
The days that followed included me beating myself up A LOT. I wanted to be stronger, more resilient, and more open to new experiences. I wanted to convince myself that an opportunity of a lifetime means my whiny body needs to shape up or ship out. I wanted to understand things instantly…
My grandmother used to say, “You catch more bees with honey than vinegar.”
She also used to say, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
She was a complicated woman.
These past few pandemic months, I’ve been trying really, really hard in bringing more gratitude in my life. Probably violently so. Forced gratitude shining through my blacked-out windows. Actively fighting the pandemic blues on a daily basis. (I’m not talking about toxic positivity, by the way, I’m definitely feeling my feelings — but making sure I don’t ruminate for days on end. …
It took me the hottest minute to get on the weighted blanket train, but LET ME TELL YOU, I’m so glad I did. When I announced on my Facebook the other day that I got one for my birthday, apparently I was the very last one to the party. Everyone started comparing weights and textures. Frankly, I am grieving for past Sarah’s lack of sound, comforted sleep! Past Sarah wasn’t swaddled like a newborn baby on my bed’s bosom like I am now. What was I missing!?!
First, here are some crazy facts about weighted blankets:
Y’all, this year has TESTED us. Somehow we have no idea what will happen next yet live in a perpetual state of boredom/fatigue/overwhelm. Here’s a crazy fact that Harvard researchers found: We think about the past or the future 47% of our WAKING HOURS. That could mean, collectively, we are stressed, delighted in possibility, crying over lost memories, etc. for nearly half of our entire day, every day. Yikes???
In the spirit of trying to ruminate less, I have a proposition! Let’s try and befriend the unknown. Or at least give it a friendly wave once in a while. It…
Here are some cosmically compelling reasons Perseverance is the rover of my dreams:
I’m not one to objectify objects, but Perseverance is built like a juicy dump truck. With that rectangular body, they can survey my martian terrain anytime. I can’t believe the jutted curves, the endless buttons, and surveillance equipment on this sexy achievement of engineering and science. Damn, Queen. Damn.
Unlike other rovers, Perseverance sends back data to NASA promptly. They may not know what it means initially, but they are perceptive. If there’s anything they don’t know, they take samples and photographic evidence. Sure, having scientific data…
Folks: We are in the twilight zone. Sociologists and scientists will be studying the effects of how the pandemic shaped our brains and bodies for the next fifty years. We don’t know what the hell we’re doing. We’re in uncharted territory. Therefore, getting over what “should” be, how we “should” act during, as the news cycle says for the millionth time, this unprecedented time — is probably the best thing we could do. Like, what the hell is happening and why is it taking so long?!
In other words: It’s okay if your body has changed. It has gone through…
OK, real talk folks: what on earth is a “thought leader”? Why is that guy with the perfect teeth being revered on Linkedin? Why do we keep retweeting whats-her-face? This question has stuck with me for a while.
According to Wikipedia thought leaders are, “An individual or firm that is recognized as an authority in a specialized field.” It’s one of those “you don’t really need credentials” areas of expertise. A gray area that spans over actual experts to suspicious charismatic stereotypes.
As a content writer, I’ve done many ghostwriting projects for people who consider themselves thought leaders. That means…
I wouldn’t say my self-esteem is “the best.” Some of us are born in super-secure childhoods ready to take on the world with loving parents and community support. Others, less so. Often, I take self-esteem out of the equation and replace it with exploration. At the end of the day, I want to learn new things and give my brain a rest from that pesky self-doubt.
Even in the midst of negative self-talk, you can notice a star in the sky, or a dog giving you the stink eye. Did you know that Elon Musk was the richest man in…
The Andy Warhol Conundrum or “Yourself vs Your Work.”
I have a big confession to make. I don’t like Andy Warhol. Yes, I’ve seen his documentaries. Yes, I’ve seen his art online and in person. Yes, I like pop art in general. The one thing that always bugged me about him was that he slowly started to become the center of his art. It was always at the end of the day about him and his haircut. His intense stares. His weird parties. Is that art in of itself? I don’t know!
(By the way, I’m totally biased. Salvador Dali…
Today I woke up deeply grateful.
Grateful for the nuanced, complicated, beautifully formed relationships I have from all paths in my life.
Grateful for the relationships that are no longer to see how much we’ve changed as people.
Grateful for the job I don’t have so I can be with nature more.
Grateful that I will still write regardless of whether I ever get published or a paycheck or not.
Grateful that even when I feel my siren song is absolutely meaningless (yes, it’s true, I’m not curing cancer with my colorful turns of phrase), I will still do it…
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