The First Steps in a Journey of 1,000
I’m hoping to talk more about self-compassion soon, about what it looks and sounds like, and how one might actually practice it, if they were so inclined....
I’m hoping to talk more about self-compassion soon, about what it looks and sounds like, and how one might actually practice it, if they were so inclined....
Some thoughts on a Friday… I responded to comments on the past post. I hate when I can’t get to them until the next day, but such is life sometimes....
I’ve been thinking a lot about Mali’s comment on my last post, especially the part about how when she learned to love herself she was able to love h...
Remember when I mentioned that things were pretty good in my marriage? Well, right after I wrote that, they started chafing again. It was to be suspected, our g...
The blogosphere seems quiet these days. Or is it just me? This is my third day with some time to myself. The kids have school but my district is off. I have so ...
It has been suggested here that I am prone to falling in love with an movement or lifestyle, jumping in with both feet, pursing it enthusiastically, and then ab...
I’ve taken to writing in my journal again. Or in some random google doc. Sometimes I write in those places–instead of here–because I’m w...
Project: Apply-for-a-new-job is inching a long. I’ve been doing some reconnaissance, having lunch or dinner with people who teach, or have taught, high sc...
One of the biggest reasons that people tout for embracing frugality or minimalism is that those lifestyles provide the money and time to live in accordance with...
The days lately have had a certain languid quality to them. It may come from listening to Station Eleven (and I can’t determine if that is because of the ...