We’re celebrating our 8 year anniversary, which has me all kinds of reflective and optimistic. And why not be optimistic when things are going well? Part of what’s gotten us to this point isn’t looming vows or the iron rod of commitment. It’s not even the old cliché about give and take. It’s more an approach of give and accept.
There’s a couple I grew up with, Trevor and Jeri Ann. He and I were in show choir from middle school on. I remember him telling me on one of our trips that he was “going out” with Jeri Ann. Fast-forward to adulthood and Jeri Ann has worked with Muscato longer than I’ve known him. Tragedy struck their family Friday…
Mental stamina has been my ace in the hole for a while now, but do you know what mental stamina gets you without action? Nothing.
Miller and I made it home from our trip to Connecticut. He’s flown about a gajillion times, but it’s the first time we’ve flown together just the two of us. It’s also a feat akin to childbirth. Just ask my anxiety. The trip out was rough, and I don’t mean turbulence. By the time we departed from Midway, I was questioning my decision. After a couple of days of quality mother-son/cousin/family time, I’m thinking it was all worth it…
I’ve been experiencing the gift of small talk lately, something that seems to get a bad rap. Sure, it’s a must-do at work-related functions and can be forced at cocktail parties. That’s the side of the coin that folks tend to focus on; but small talk doesn’t have to stop there. When used thoughtfully, small talk can be a useful antidote to stress.