It seems I have reached that age, as in, the one where I don’t advertise my age as often or as freely. I didn’t mind broadcasting that I was 28, or 29, but something shifted after 31—I became a 30-something year old whenever I’d talk about my age. In part, because I couldn’t always remember: was I 32? 33? 34?. Unfortunately that won’t work this year. This is the mini milestone before the next big big milestone, and calling myself a 30-something just doesn’t roll off the tongue as innocently as it did in my “youth.” Anyhow, in honor of…Read More read more
I soak up feelings like a sponge. Sometime around college I decided that this formidable empathy is more blessing than curse, but it’s an exhausting superpower to have either way. Over the years I’ve gotten better at deflecting the smaller, unhelpful feelings—like not taking everything so personally—but some things are too massive and messy to avoid. The greater the heartbreak and melancholy, the more I absorb, the more I sink. Like a war in Ukraine, perhaps. CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST HALF OF MARCH I sank a lot in March. Because as a Feelings Sponge, it didn’t (and doesn’t) matter that…Read More read more
Yesterday was weird and heavy. Homicide, loss of life, fire arm, autopsy. Gun control, law enforcement, prosecutor, defendant. Over the course of 3 hours I must’ve heard these words hundreds of times. My first time being summoned for jury duty. True to form, the pandemic made an already exhausting process even more challenging. This stage of the jury selection process was done via zoom with about 20 other potential jurors. Cameras were required to remain active during the entire meeting, which meant that during the intensive group interview, we had to stare at each other’s living rooms and outer space zoom…Read More read more
I spent the last few weeks of show and tell sharing my collection of gold stars with you all. But I’d like to reiterate a couple of things. First, all of these achievements require a bit of reading between the lines and re-reading the unsexy lines. The bullet journal habit took 4 years of false starts before the habit stuck. Those false starts (and books I’ve read) gave me insight to cultivate new habits: the daily meditation, the yoga, the exercise, etc. I’m breaking these things down into teeny tiny bites, which I often have to force feed to myself,…Read More read more
I’ve been totally nerding out and reading a bunch of habit building books. I started reading them towards the end of the year which proved to be an unintentional power strategy. [Note to self: do this again next year.] When February rolled around I was armed with tips and strategies to set me up for New Years Resolution success. (ICYMI: February is the new January.) I have a tendency to be ambitious when it comes to resolution season; or self improvement in general, really. For example, this year I vowed to meditate, do yoga, exercise, draw, and write—every day-ish. (The…Read More read more
My husband and I are learning international morse code, purely for the heck of it. We like leveling up, even in obscure skills like morse code. Anyways. There are a few different methods of learning. This is one way: We chose not to use this method on account of…my brain shuts down before it even tries to process what this is. We’re using mnemonics instead. I shared these hilarious mnemonic phrases with a few friends, and figured I’d share the wealth here, too. The human brain is weird and funny.Laugh it up! Katie’s I stuck with one syllable words for…Read More read more
Yesterday it occurred to me that no one knows about my notebook life. I guess my husband kind of knows but not fully*. It’s not like some deep dark secret or anything. I have a notebook. There, I said it! *Never mind. I asked him. He knows. :) Our personal organizational methods are one of those things that go on behind-the-scenes unnoticed. But I’m a curious and kind of nosey person who appreciates when other people share the more mundane aspects of life. “How you do one thing is how you do everything,” right? Besides, adulting is hard, so if…Read More read more
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