Do you ever read home improvement magazines/blogs etc., and think to yourself "I could live a pristine, organized life, too, if I had a million dollars and a custom-designed house?" Those articles always irritate me a little. Like, it's not that hard to make things work when you have unlimited space and funds and maybe… Continue reading People who live in small houses (part 1)
This post is poorly timed. I am yet again watching the softly falling snow cloak the few remaining leaves on the poplar trees with a suffocating determination. It's another grim day in an autumn that could politely be described as 'armageddon.'* The animal rendering plant across the railroad tracks is belching its usual 'intriguing' aroma… Continue reading Dear millennials: Travel isn’t everything
Since my adulting confessional last week, I've been swarmed by people pleading with me, "Ruth, you've gone from being completely disorganized to being only mildly disorganized. How do you do it?! Please, please share your wisdom." Ok, literally no one has ever said that to me. But I did have several people tell me that… Continue reading Don’t think: the beauty of habits
My siblings might tell you that I've been anal retentive since birth, but they're wrong. At least, they're wrong in the sense that I'm writing about today. If they accused me of being dogmatic, puritanical, and slightly self-righteous (you know, anal retentiveness of mind), I'd have to give them that. But I have rarely (ever?)… Continue reading Achieving anal retentiveness (AKA learning to adult)
Cut out the navel-gazing. Put on your No hat. Suppress your feelings. Read a novel - not a self-help book or biography. Not your average advice in a culture obsessed with perpetual self-improvement. But Svend Brinkmann's book, "Stand Firm: Resisting the Self-Improvement Craze," is not a typical self-help book. The Danish philosopher was sick of… Continue reading Resist the self-improvement craze
I was sitting in a coffee shop near my dentist's office. I just had my teeth cleaned, which is always a treat - is it weird that I get excited to read old People magazines in a waiting room by myself? The orange fluoride (mint was on backorder??) my hygienist applied mingled with the decaf… Continue reading Being happy all the time is ridiculous
Ok, so I've heard worse advice, some of it from my husband.* But I was intrigued when I read an article on The Atlantic entitled " 'Find your passion' is awful advice." It's always been one of those sayings I love to hate, so of course I clicked on the link. The phrase is ubiquitous in… Continue reading Find your passion: worst advice ever?