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Flirting with My Future: Unpacking More Than a House
This week was hard. The kind of hard that seeps into your bones and lingers behind your eyes. The kind where the days blur, and you find yourself wondering: When does the hard fade? When does the breeze of ease… Continue reading
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Thirty Days to Something New
Thirty days.That’s all I have left to close the chapter on a life I’ve spent decades building, and open the door to a future that’s still a beautiful mystery. In thirty days, once escrow closes, I’ll pack up what’s left… Continue reading
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Flirting with My Future: And She’s Finally Making Eye Contact
Sitting here in 6F on a quick day trip to meet with a customer, I’m reflecting on the past 10 days. Sunday night, I was running on fumes and ibuprofen, staring at a to-do list that may or may not… Continue reading
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Still Standing (Mostly) And Moving Forward
This past week completely got away from me. I never got a post out, between the conference, the house, and unexpected work demands, any time I thought I had carved out was swallowed whole. I had planned to take some… Continue reading
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Paint in My Hair, Polish on My Toes, and a Conference on My Calendar
Some days, I catch myself wishing I were a Rockefeller. This week? Absolutely one of those days. Because if I had Rockefeller money, I’d be sipping something chilled while a small army of professionals handled everything I’ve been doing myself.… Continue reading
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Exec by Day, Plumber by Night: The Art of Doing It Yourself (and Not Throwing Up in the Process)
You know the saying, “If you can’t laugh, you’re crying”?Well – this week – I’ve been laughing so hard I’m crying… mostly just to keep from breaking. By day, I’m managing team dynamics, putting out corporate fires, dealing with month-end… Continue reading
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DIY, Detours, and Decisions: Why Men Won’t Read the Directions (and Neither Will My Heart)
The front door was wide open, wind cutting through the house while my ex wrestled with the new lock, his brow furrowed in frustration. For an hour, he jiggled, twisted, and muttered under his breath, convinced we had bought the… Continue reading
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Progress, Party Crashers, and Plane Changes
Suspended between two worlds in seat 10A, I stare out the window, reflecting on the whirlwind week both on and off the conference floor. Just days ago, I was oddly anxious to face it. But by Day 3, I tucked… Continue reading
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“Conference Confessions: Heartbreak, Handshakes, and How I Accidentally Found Confidence”
This conference was meant to be all business—networking sessions, breakthrough insights, and maybe even a few free pens. Yet, as life would have it, the tradeshow floor became the stage for some of my most tangled emotions. Last year at… Continue reading