A few weeks ago, I read a touching Facebook post from a couple.

Ok so I'm patting (my wife and I) on the back. We got home from vacation and had to deal with a flat tire in airport parking lot.

Let’s be honest: social media was never just about baby pics and brunch shots.

But lately? It’s feeling more like an emotional demolition derby than a place to connect.

For most of my life and maybe for most of yours. I’ve had the unique ability to not fit in, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Take yourself back to 1982, when text messages were called “notes.” They were written with paper and pen, folded with origami-level skill, and hand-delivered across cafeterias and classrooms with super spy precision.

Making the Mundane Magical: Finding New Ways to Make Old Tasks More Fun

If it's not fun, it's just not worth doing! Lately, I've found myself buried in some tedious tasks, and I found myself struggling with getting it done.

These past few weeks, I've contemplated my direction, goals, and spirituality. While I decided to keep the same goal of spreading love and laughter to others, I've consciously chosen to change how I keep score.

I did the unthinkable last Friday. I scheduled a "play date." Now I know for many of my clients, "play date" has a totally different connotation, so this wasn't THAT kind of a play date. 😈 This was a creative play date.

When I did standup comedy, I had a routine I'd follow: Arrive at the show 30 minutes before the doors open. Set up my keyboard. Put on my corset. Enjoy a shot of Crown Royal (unless I was stressed, then two, three, or four shots of Crown Royal).

I'm president of our condo association, and last week, I had a resident inquire about purchasing a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur for the common area behind her building. I suggested she contact her building neighbors for their opinions, as a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur would directly impact their views.

I don't like admitting this, but even though I'm a reasonably high-functioning person, I have spent much of my life struggling with weight, self-esteem, and perfectionism. My childhood was relatively uneventful. I wasn't abused.

When we rented our storage unit in 2021, it was only supposed to be for a year. We were going to build a house. After several costly disappointments, we decided not to build our dream home and bought another condo. And now, it was time to clean out that storage unit.

Each Christmas, my husband and I exchange puzzles. He loves puzzles of A Christmas Story (You'll shoot your eye out!), and I love quirky puzzles that involve solving a mystery or have a puzzle inside the puzzle.

A few weeks ago, I was doing a hypnosis session with one of my hypnosis mentors, and I was pissing and moaning about my Hashimoto's hypothyroidism. While I'm feeling better now than when I was diagnosed in 2022, I was having a terrible week managing my symptoms.