Somehow everyone is busy, crazy, slammed, insane. Even when I’m not one of those things, people contextualize conversations with me by saying, “How are you doing, you must be so crazy!” or, “I know you’re so busy, things are just so crazy huh?!.” I don’t know when this became a compliment (or competition). Yet it’s become typical fodder, from colleagues and business contacts to friends and family. The above quote says it all; stop the glorification of busy.
It has became some sort of status symbol to say we’re so busy, insane, crazy, nuts. I happen to be some of these things lately, but I’d live for a few quieter weeks. Perhaps a work week with just one or two meetings, or a weekend without multiple kids birthday parties and other obligations. It’s critical to find balance, to have lazy days and to have more than moments with the handful of people that mean the most to you.
I had a lunch date with my gram yesterday, who, despite wanting to see our family more (ok, her great grandkids!), she said, you need to take time for being a family, for having time together, and for having downtime. I love that. Keep Reading —>>
As much as each New Year is a time for reflection, it’s my birthday when I find myself really evaluating. It’s a date I define as the separation between the old and new me. Most of you know my story by now. If not, this story pretty much sums it up. Do you have a turning point that defines two parts of your life? Perhaps a baby, becoming a mrs., scoring a major life-changing job, major weight loss or something similar can do it.
I randomly looked around my office last Friday. I was exhausted, ready for the weekend, and honestly, just ready for this coming weekend where I head to NYC to a great friend’s bachelorette. I stopped for a moment. Less than four years years ago, I would have never envisioned my life where it is today. Absolutely never, on so many levels. Keep Reading —>>
It’s been a little while since the last Vent Sesh here, and with good reason: I’m now a mom of two (meet our boy). He’s such perfection. Yet, totally, talking honest….being a mom is hard. There’s no way around it.
I nearly hit publish on a Vent Sesh when our now nearly two-month old boy was just two weeks old called “overwhelmed.” The term overwhelmed felt nearly laughable; I was drowning and exhausted, just focusing on getting through each day. I’d tell people he was doing amazing, we’re all doing amazing, when in fact, that was kind of a lie. I was nearly at a breaking point.
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This is it. I’ve been thinking about this lately in so many facets of my life — my closet/wardrobe, events, friends, food, beauty products, you name it. We all probably could be just as happy, or happier, with less. Less distractions. More quality. These five words nail it so perfectly… so, that is all.