When I was in 4th grade, in 1975, my mother started having a self-described "mid-life crisis" that lasted several years. She sought help through counseling and reading, and one of the books she read was a wildly popular bestseller that I'd dismissed, until now.
When my children were little, during the age of great dependency, I sometimes, oftentimes, struggled in my job as their mother. My struggles were laid bare most visibly on weekends, holidays and vacations. Particularly at the beach. **** Once, we loaded the last bag in the car at almost noon, the first Saturday of spring … Continue reading Restore.
Seven years ago this week, when I turned 50, I was on the brink of breaking free and launching into the career I'd been waiting for. I'd worked hard, set my sights, and was ready, finally, to (in the lingo of that year) lean in.
Unless we want to keep the insane practice of doing the same things, expecting miraculously different results, perhaps it's as good a time as any to reevaluate where we are, what we truly want, and what we're willing to do to get there.
OK, now what? That's the question. In my experience (and I have my fair share of change management/reinvention experience to bring to bear here), "now what?" may be the only question worth asking when things are going sideways, whether that sideways slide is a dead car battery or an entire country run amok in civil … Continue reading Reinvent.
Is rugged individualism now truly in our DNA? Have we relayed that instruction over centuries of systematically pursuing individual liberties lead us beyond policy, beyond philosophy, to a place in which our bodies became coded as lone wolves and utter assholes?
The question for you, this Sunday morning (or whenever you make your way to and through this post) is this: What do you relish, and why?
Today's idea: Words are like clothes.