(Post Note: I had this post written and ready to go in mid-March, before a pandemic hit and made life around us came to a halt. I hit “pause” on publishing it for awhile: Somehow, it just didn’t seem like a good fit as we were adjusting to social distancing and the economic slowdown…. View more
(This post is part of the Practice Makes Imperfect Series: Click here to learn more) If you had to draw a symbol for perfectionism, what would it be? (I know, this sounds like a weird assignment from your eleventh-grade psychology class, but play along with me for a minute, okay?) What image would perfectly… View more
I have a love-hate relationship with the early morning hours in my home. The hate part comes the moment my alarm jolts me from sleep. It’s set to a soothing, soft melody, but it somehow feels like a marching band pounding into my eardrums every morning. I hit the “off” button, stumble out of bed, and… View more
go (This post is part of the Practice Makes Imperfect series. Click here to learn more.) Let’s start with a vending machine. It stood in an alcove at a hotel. I popped my quarters into the slot and surveyed the variety of high-calorie treats, then pressed the button for a Three Musketeers. (The only rational… View more
