On gratitude.
I dropped my parents off at the airport this morning. Over the past 6 days we walked about a million miles – up through Zilker Park, all along Lady Bird Lake, in and out of the shops on South Congress, and the bars on Rainey Street. We had some laughs (but no beers) at the Pitch […]
On homesickness.
I thought I would be homesick. I thought there would be days when, consumed by homesickness, I would regret our decision to move halfway across the country and long to be back in Hoboken. I thought it would be a constant sensation, at the forefront of my consciousness. That’s what it was like when I studied […]
On routine.
Until recently, this was my week: 7:30 – out the door to the right. 7:35-7:40 – 11th and Wash to catch the 126 to Port Authority. 8-8:15 – walk to the 1 on 40th and 7th. 8:30 – walk into the office. 12 – lunch. 5:15-5:30 – walk to the gym on 30th and Park. […]
On power and purpose.
I am not a victim. You wouldn’t know that based on my last post. Somewhere in this move I forgot that. My first reminder of the fact that I am not a victim came during a Pints & Poses yoga class (that fact alone eliminates any possibility of me being a victim, because yoga). The theme for […]
On commitment.
When I lived in Hoboken, I didn’t think twice about waking up at 5 am to get in a work out. Working out was a priority for me. I made time for it, regardless of how busy I was with work or social responsibilities. So while I cursed when my alarm went off at 5 […]