If I could tell you one thing I learned last year it would be that life’s too short not to live it in a way that’s meaningful to you. While I sat there listening to blocking out my doctor list off the terrifying things I was now at risk for, all I kept thinking (just prior to fainting) was “But I haven’t gone anywhere and now this thing might explode in my head so I CAN’T go anywhere.” I guess…
For a recent project I’ve been calling investment banks talking to associates and analysts. Why is she doing this, you ask yourself? Believe me I’ve been asking myself the same question, but it’s really made me think. ————————- Last week I was at the beach practicing earthing on my lunch break. Standing ankle deep in the ocean, I remembered a dream I’d had the night before. Chris and I were driving down a dirt road in Australia. Outside my passenger…
After I got sick last year I spent a lot of time on the couch. Not just because I was sleeping a lot, but because I had been sleeping in my bed when I had the stroke. A place that once meant peace, rest and cookie crumbs, now triggered fear and anxiety. They tell you to get deep, uninterrupted sleep because it helps the brain to heal and regenerate, but the best I could manage was 10-15 minute intervals before…
M: Hi, do you have cell phone reception? Me: No, there’s no reception up here for miles. —————————————– When Chris asked what I wanted to see in Big Sur I had only one thing: the Bixby Bridge. Blame it on Tupac Shakur barreling over it in his mail truck in Poetic Justice circa 1993. I just had to see for myself. We set out up the coast on a cold and windy day that turned to pure sunshine and warm…