4 reasons to rediscover roller skating.

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When we moved back to Austin it required a shift of mindset. A remembering of Ooh yes, summer is when we bring movement indoors unlike our time in the East Bay. In the summers since we've resumed being Texans we've discovered lots of free, creative activities (indoor obstacle courses, duct tape hopscotch grids etc.) but eventually even I concluded it was time to pry open the ... Continue Reading

Wingwomen. They’re not just for dating!

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Lately Ive felt untethered. Not in a good way (yay middle school! untethered life! freedom!), but in a fashion which results in my feeling unmoored or free-floaty. (I know. I got the degree. I still use my own language rather than the DSM's.) I've accepted this is how I feel right now. I've attempted to embrace the sense of uncertainty. I've focused on creating a backdrop of calm in ... Continue Reading

4 ways stressing out actually helps us!

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I've spent a great deal of time the past few months focusing on seeking silver-linings. I've chosen to discover the good in situations no matter how the scenarios initially appear on the surface. The thing is, I'd be lying if I didn't also admit life feels stressful right now. Nothing major, nothing earth shattering, but stressful to me nonetheless. Being who I am, when I found myself ... Continue Reading

Overcoming discouragement: a 4 step process.

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The other afternoon I texted a friend. I'm not sure where I'm headed right now career-wise, I shared. Ugh. Are you feeling discouraged? Do you want to talk it through? She immediately responded. Sure! I'm always up for a chat. I thought as I readied to reply. But discouraged? I paused to consider her word choice. Not at all. Later, as I transitioned from speedy to slow, I seized the ... Continue Reading

The Elder Statesman of Kidville.

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Today this one starts middle school. When I began working in social media in 2001 she wasn't born yet. When I launched this thing she & I were newly home from Guatemala and she was a year old. This summer whizzed past (I know I know. It will be different next year) in what seemed like a weekendandaBLINK. She worked. I worked. There were camps and canine-time and trips ... Continue Reading

I am.

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I am adventurous. I adore Wayne Dyer. He taught me about being squeezed. He reminded me to stand on my head. He enlightened me about the fact all creativity emerges from silence and stillness. I gift his books to people. I quote him on the regular. I'd thought he provided a sort of backdrop to my life. These days I forget Dyer-teachings more often than I remember them. How are ... Continue Reading

Tips for Creating the Perfect Daycation.

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Home is where the...STAYcation is. Once upon a time, in a blog-galaxy far far away, we debated the relative merits of staycations. We blogged about money saved when we had no airfare or hotel costs. We proclaimed shock as we discovered myriad things we'd never made time to do until we played tourist in our hometowns. We luxuriated in the benefits of unhurried vacations at home versus ... Continue Reading

I am your second best friend.

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A few months ago, I had what felt like a momentous conversation with a friend. We were messaging fast & furious on the Book of the Face (something I rarely do as I envision a Zuckerberg-glitch suddenly making all those secret tidbits public) following a long discussion-thread on my personal wall. I'd started the thread in an effort to find a yoga retreat and, as a result of poor phrasing ... Continue Reading

You do not offend me.

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Once upon a time a friend invited The Child and me to a concert with her family. I immediately said yes and set a reminder in my calendar for the following weekend. The next morning I received a text from my friend: There's been a change. I need to make the concert family only. I hope I don't offend you. Her text perplexed me. My first thought? I hope everything is OK! My second ... Continue Reading

48.

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Ive recently spent a lot of time reading about why life appears to move more rapidly as we get older. I remember my grandmother remarking to me decades ago how, as she aged, years seemed to pass like weekends. I understood what she meant. I've only begun to experience it for myself the past five years or so. Turning 47? Running out of fucks to give? It all feels like yesterday around ... Continue Reading

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