Posts in self-awareness
I Am (still) a Swinger. Not *that* kind of swinger. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

My swinging occurs almost everywhere else — in my food, in my mood, in my parenting, in my productivity. Some days I️ go full throttle, others I️ stay down low. Also known as black-and-white and ‘woah, you are too much!’ what I️’ve never been called is middle-of-the-road.

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Why It’s All In Your Mind (aka The Story of Our Lives)

I once asked Claude how she kept her jeans and tees so crisp and white. “I bleach the fuck out of them,” she said.

Claude is a brilliant artist with a great sense of humor, but of all our exchanges over after-school pick up, this is the one I remember.

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Why You Never Want to Know Exactly Who You Are (aka Un-Know Your Self)

Lest this be our first meeting, let me bring you up to speed: I spend hours thinking about my self. I mean, I spend hours thinking about others as well, but overall I am pretty self-ish (and proud of it, too - it took me a long time to get this way.

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Who Does Your Year-End Review?

It’s time for your year-end review. The one where you go over all the stuff you got done (or didn’t), the weight you lost (or gained), the promotion you got (or got passed over for). It’s time to go over all of the things that happened this year (can you believe it?) and reckon with the fact that the year is now over (can you believe it?).

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The Risks of Running with Earbuds (aka How to Tune Into Yourself Without Tuning Out Everyone Else)

Hunky hubby took my earphones to work today. We share everything and taking my earphones was not a problem, but feeling the moment of panic when I realized that I might not have earphones for my morning walk, was.

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The Softer Side of Self-Awareness: A Reflection on the Day of Atonement

My mom did her Masters in Comparative Religion. Since English was her second language, she asked me to proofread her papers, which I thoroughly enjoyed. This fostered in me an appreciation for world religions and an affection for my own.

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Freedom isn't Free

It’s springtime in New York. Birds sing, buds bloom and people roam the city streets with the fervor that comes with freedom. Freedom from the snow, freedom from the cold, and freedom from the tiny spaces we call home. But freedom isn’t free.

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Words of Wisdom on the Crosstown Bus

Living in New York has its pros and cons. The apartments are small, the streets are dirty, the noise is everywhere and you’re never alone. On the other hand, there’s Central Park, the museums, the energy and the incredible diversity of people who call this place home. I’m a sucker for the latter.

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The Problem with Potential (a poem with some potential)

The problem with potential is that it’s a future version of ourselves that we use to measure ourselves against and come up short. Again. Not because we can’t or are unable but because we won’t or are too lazy. Which is such a shame, because we have so much potential. (Potential and shame are often used in the same sentence.)

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Why Seth Godin would agree that I shouldn’t read his blog (right now).

If one more person forwards me Seth Godin’s blog, I’ll scream. It’s not that I don’t like it, I think it is spot on! His writing is clear, concise and mercifully bullshit-free. I’d love for my blog to be like Seth Godin’s. With Martha Beck’s wisdom. And Thích Nhat Hanh’s spirit. And Tim Urban’s humor.

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I Am a Swinger. Not *that* kind of swinger. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

My swinging occurs almost everywhere else — in my food, in my mood, in my parenting, in my productivity. Some days I️ go full throttle, others I️ stay down low. Also known as black-and-white and ‘woah, you are too much!’ what I️’ve never been called is middle-of-the-road.

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The No-Resolution Resolution: Forget the New You! (Be the fabulous-just-as-you-are-right-now you.)

A few January's ago I resolved to start the year with no resolutions. It wasn’t easy: I love the clean slate feeling that comes with New Year’s (and Monday’s. And midnight. And mornings). There’s something about a blank page that gives me hope.

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