The drafts of this have evolved over the past few years. I remember first opening up my notepad while living in Israel, exhausted by how openly and often the question was asked.
I’ve toned the language down a bit since then, I guess pregnancy has made me soft.
I opened my mom’s birthday card last month, and a clipping dated 2/4/1989 fell out. It was from The Chicago Tribune, and my dad had written at the top ‘Grandad Comiskey’ — indicating that his dad had initially shared it with him. The title is ‘The manifold joys of motherhood’, and the…
Don’t let anyone bully you into ‘finishing the year strong.’ It’s enough to simply finish.
I read this on Twitter the other day. And what struck me was how much it immediately resonated. I paused, stared at it, and slowly nodded my head in agreement.
A year ago, I would have scrolled past a tweet like that, deeming it a lazy statement. Of course you want to finish your year strong, look ahead to your goals — and set new, vivid ones.
But I think we can all agree, it’s been a year.
And as I sit here with my…
without previous instance; never before known or experienced; unexampled or unparalleled: an unprecedented event.
“Times like these.”
It’s a phrase we have been hearing often this year.
Unprecedented, unique. Like never before. Now, more than ever — The commercials scream at us.
Times like these have presented mass amounts of loss in many various forms; none that I want to discount.
But for many, they’ve also caused us to slow down and observe more. To soak in the sunny moments, and perhaps force a bit more reflection.
So on that note, I want to share two moments of…
cause (someone) to acquire an obsessive attachment to someone or something.
Looking back at mid-April, I had shifted into a not-great mindset of expecting things to go wrong. If it looked like it was going to work out, it probably wasn’t going to.
I started to feel felt small rocks were repeatedly being thrown at my head, in different forms of life. And I was just trying my best to duck and dodge them.
Somehow our female dog, Kira, managed to sprain her tail; something I didn’t realize dogs could even do. It led to a swift trip to…
abnormal anxiety about one’s health, especially with an unwarranted fear that one has a serious disease.
April is when I started to crack. At the very beginning of the month, I convinced myself for a variety of reasons that I had Corona. I spent a day or two on the couch wrapped in a blanket, checking my temperature far too frequently. I even sent Andrew out to Trader Joe’s instead of heading out on my weekly run — which says a lot.
There’s a high chance it was allergies.
Hypochondriasis aside, April was in my head and I…
conscious or aware of something.
I’m taking another brief pause from progressive chronicling to write out something that’s been on my mind this week.
At the end of 2019 (which now feels like eons ago) I wiped the chalkboard wall in my office clean. Unlocking my phone, I dove into one of the many rambling lists saved in my notes app, and read through some goals and ideas that I had been thinking about for the new year.
I’m a big list person. I’m also a goals-centered person. …
without purpose or effect; pointless.
By the end of March, it became evident that we would all be stuck in this Groundhog Day scenario for awhile. And if staying home was what we were being asked to do, we might as well start getting creative with our at-home activity options.
Unsurprisingly, my husband justified ordering an Xbox game system, following the lead of my brother in law. “That way, we could all play each other in some of the games.”
It went against most fibers of my being; I’ve always said video games are a waste…
an official order or commission to do something.
March 2020. A month that felt like a year… and will surely be one that goes down in the history books.
We started off March with Super Tuesday on the 3rd, remember that? It feels like an irrelevant eternity ago.
That same week, I started interviewing for potential new jobs, and even found myself being offered a position for what very much felt to be a gimmicky pyramid scheme. …
an intervening period of time.
I’m taking a brief pause from chronicling, and writing about where I’m at today.
Once upon a time, we had plans to kick-off our 10 day trip to Vietnam tonight. Our flight was scheduled to leave out of DC, and we would be rendezvousing with my sister and her husband in Tokyo, before continuing on to Ho Chi Minh City.
Of course, all of those plans were axed a while ago. But it still stung a bit when deleting the flight from my Google Calendar last night.
So, this morning felt like a…
a future event or circumstance which is possible but cannot be predicted with certainty.
I woke up and sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, rubbing my eyes. Grabbing my phone, I scrolled through the news, reading all of the recent world updates.
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to go to Vietnam,” I said to Andrew, as he rolled over, also waking up.
It was Friday, February 28th. Virus fears were starting to rise, and while it was seemingly controlled in the U.S., …
The monsters turned out to be just trees.