Celebrating with imaginary confetti Writer's note: If this post seems familiar, it was originally written and published on the evening of 11/2/22 on Substack. I wrote in real time during NaNoWriMo 2022. I have since changed platforms for me email newsletter. (If that still interests you, you can sign-up for "Postcards" here.) However, in making … Continue reading NaNoWriMo // Day 2
Writing a novel or pulling teeth? Writer's note: If this post seems familiar, it was originally written and published on the morning of 11/2/22 on Substack. I wrote in real time during NaNoWriMo 2022. I have since changed platforms for me email newsletter. (If that still interests you, you can sign-up for "Postcards" here.) However, … Continue reading NaNoWriMo // Day 1 Update
Noticing what confidence looks like in my life lately through this month's blog hop theme.
Clean the sink before dinner to make cooking easier. Wash the cook prep dishes as Ant or the toaster oven or the crock pot cooks the meal. Eat dinner while watching a movie, playing a game, or just the two of us at the dinner table. Put the dinner dishes in the sink, with the … Continue reading Writing the Everyday // day 3: dishes
August 27th, 2016 // Winding through the canyon on Highway 49 Saturday morning, I listened to the very first episode of the STORY podcast, which you can find on iTunes. (It's essentially a way for the people who attend this conference to stay connected to it all year around). And honestly I don't think it … Continue reading Let’s Change the World
"I love details. And lists. And plans. Routines. I love crossing things off. Which is why I've finally (see: again) planned out a daily schedule for myself and given myself goals for this month. Two living, breathing, attainable goals. ("Intentionality, people!") But there comes a time when I've planned too much and made too many lists and taken too many notes, sat through too many classes, live events, and webinars..."
The coolest thing happened today. I jumped. Off of a 7 or 8 foot high rock into the North Fork of the American River just past the Foresthill Bridge. It was one of the most terrifying, fun, courageous things I've done in awhile. The thing is: the majority of the time I sat on that … Continue reading Ripple Effects
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