Have I mentioned that I am a slow runner? The physical struggle I face when hitting the track is nothing to the mental one. Once I hit two miles, my mind says, “okay, we’re done here,” and it takes every trick in the book to keep me going. They say that the mental struggle gets quieter the more you do it, but after two years of running regularly, it hasn’t backed down for me.
Read MoreReturning to the office highlighted just how frumpy I had become. I would try on several variations of garment combinations and still, nothing would feel right. And even when I managed to put together an ensemble that looked polished, I wouldn’t feel like me.
Read MoreIf you work in an office environment, you’ve been there. The ice breaker to open a meeting. Answering questions like “what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” and immediately forgetting everyone else’s response because you were internally debating between cookie dough and moose tracks. And although the heart behind efforts like this is to help colleagues bring their full selves to the work space and connect with one another beyond projects and meetings, inevitably, they often miss their mark.
Read MoreI find the saying true that time moves quicker as I get older. But I also find that this life is so saturated that experiences, conversations with loved ones, and special moments are getting drowned out by the noise of everything else.
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