Life Lessons

I love living under a rock!

Okay, that’s not really true.

Today, I had a list of 7 things to do I have vehemently scratched out 6, this rant against FOMO (for those of you amazing people out there who have nothing to do with the world of marketing, FOMO = fear of…

What’s on the agenda for 2016 – Part 1.

It’s my sick day off. And the biggest (only?) perk of being sick is being able to watch stuff all day and the guilt is way less than usual.

Long winded way of saying I have figured out what I want for 2016 – I want to be Jerry Seinfeld.

A group of strangers

What do you call two or more strangers? A bunch? A group? A crowd? I’m going to call this one a class.

Not only because it’s a class that I have inhabited both sides of…

Some Goodbye’s really suck!

I haven’t discovered fire or figured out a way to achieve world peace. Today, I’m just stating the obvious – Goodbye’s really suck!

I knew I was going to be writing about this oft repeated boring old cliche as I said a long-drawn lingering goodbye to a…

How to start living in the moment.

Day 78. A Friday. An irksome story.

Step 1: Make a plan.

Step 2: Make a back up plan.

Step 3: Make a plan to achieve plan in step 1.

indescribable bonds

Day 77. A Thursday. An iheart story.

There are some bonds that are impossible to put into words. I guess it’s a good thing that this particular bond has never needed words.

My antidote for gloomy days

Day 73. A Sunday. A dark (literally) day.

Random moments that make life, life.

Day 72. A Saturday. A nostalgic story.

I read something today about how you remember the negative memories more than the positive ones apparently that’s how you know to protect yourself or something. It got me…

November, please don’t end.

Day 66. A Sunday. Deadlines suck.

Every time I have watched Devil wears Prada, three life-lessons have happened:

1. I want to live some place where I can wear boots.

It’s not always about me

Day 65. A Saturday. A nostalgic story.

Today I went to watch a play and I felt the familiar feeling of wanting to merge with the walls emerge and I caught myself wondering how I’m so contrary.