No matter how things play out, there is always a difference between “real life” and “virtual life.” For some, that difference can be marked and quite intentional — for others, it may be minimal. But, there’s no doubting that, being behind the screen that is “being online” people are different. The “me” that shines through… Continue reading Where I think on confidence
Category: Meditation
Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Just yesterday, I was thinking “I really should figure out how I can ensure that I’m posting here, at least once or twice a week.” The problem? Finding something that’s post-worthy, that I want to write about, when I have time to write about it. Just as I finished said thought, though, one of my… Continue reading Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Where I reflect a bit after my vacation
I had hoped to get a “Wordless Wednesday” post out yesterday – but I’m still running around a bit like a chicken with its head cut off, and this week is getting away from me. Sometime soon, though, I’ll have a post with a pictorial depiction of my week at the beach. I love each… Continue reading Where I reflect a bit after my vacation
Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
I woke up this morning thinking today was Friday. This is not uncommon, but, considering my plans for next week, it was doubly rough. See, next week, I’ll be on vacation — during those times that I’m used to sitting in a cubicle, or on a conference call, or wondering why I’m all alone in… Continue reading Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
Where I detail “the accident”
I wrote yesterday about my elbow . . . and vaguely mentioned “the accident.” Nearly anyone who knows me in real life knows of “the accident,” but, while I know you people are all real just, well, you live in my computer, not all of you know just what happened to me. In several ways… Continue reading Where I detail “the accident”
Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon
In 72 hours, I’ll start. Left foot, right foot, left foot right foot. My playlist hasn’t been set yet. My strategy will be the same as ever: just get to the end. Keep going. Two years ago, if you had told me that I was staring down my third marathon, I’d truly have laughed at… Continue reading Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon
Where I collect my breath on a Thursday
My world’s been a bit hectic lately . . . here’s me, trying to gather some calm in the storm… I close my eyes. Slowly, I draw breath. The air around me fills me – down my throat, to my chest, and spreading out from my middle. Seeping, creeping, flowing. Each breath I take permeates… Continue reading Where I collect my breath on a Thursday