ever seeking a right-fit life
By the time I was in middle school, I had read most of the books at the school library so I began pursuing my parents' numerous bookshelves. I read The Millionaire Next Door, and wondered how many of our neighbors were secretly wealthy. I read Zig Ziglar's See You at the Top, intrigued that someone... Continue Reading →
Well, a few months ago, I received notice that my local library was opening back up and would be offering curbside pickup. Score! I began excitedly placing requests in the online system, none of which were ever fulfilled. I finally tapped into the old folks' skill of picking up the damn phone. Despite a full... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I started reading The Atomic Weight of Love and am absolutely riveted. Reading fiction has taken a back seat over the last eighteen months, collapsing under the weight of my crippling fatigue. Yet, those few chapters have quenched my thirst, and I didn't even realize I'd become dehydrated. Earlier in the day, I had... Continue Reading →
existential ergonomics 