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?
I had a bit of a moment today. A moment where the paint thinner of life smeared itself all over the thin layer of niceness I try to coat myself with when I'm in public. And it wasn't even my kids this time. My amazing in-laws had taken the girls for a chunk of the… Continue reading Sharing the earth with other humans is a grind
In a previous decade of my life, I actually did sorta secretly think time management was for dummies. Or, at least, for structure-obsessed people like engineers (sorry, honey), accountants and the like. You know, people who care about details and getting stuff done. Not people who just roll with stuff and are drunk on the… Continue reading Time management: for dummies?
Ahhh. I'm so good at being patient this afternoon. I'm sitting in a coffee shop with a cuppa in my hand and some chocolate in my belly, and feeling pretty good about my patience levels. In fact, I'm feeling so patient, I'm pretty much comatose. That wasn't the case this morning. When we were running… Continue reading Passionate patience: a paradox?
It all started off innocently enough. It was a crisp autumn day in late September, and our little family was on a little getaway to visit our friends on their little organic farm.* We were envisioning a wholesome weekend of organic labour in the sunshine, powered by organic eggs laid by their organic hens. It… Continue reading The time I (sorta, kinda) KonMari™ -ed my house