Do any of these statements sound familiar? "I’m waiting for things to die down at work to start my side hustle" "We’ll travel to the Azores when we retire" "I’m going to start dating after I lose these 19lbs" "I’ll start networking for a new job when I have a little more experience" "I only...
Buckle up for a wee bit of positive mental time travel, friends. Reflect back on the years you’ve been alive so far. (For some of you this’ll take just a jiffy, and for the rest of us we’ll exhaust ourselves scanning through multiple decades. It’s okay; take a break if you need to, Myrtle.) So...
So here we are in August, and summer, like us, isn’t getting any younger. Here’s a pop quiz to determine where you sit on the continuum of savoring <———> squandering the most sacred season of all. What statement sounds most like you? “Summer is slipping through my fingers, like grains of sand at the beach...
If you, too, have a small (and when I say small, I mean significant) problem with buying more books than you will ever live long enough to be able to read, then I’m about to make your problem worse. But it’s a pretty decent problem to have, right? The stack of books beside your bed...
Let’s face it: we are all headed for the same place (well, that’s not entirely true — some of you will burn in the flaming embers of hell for all of eternity — fingers crossed I don’t see you there), and we can either do this Totally Inevitable Death thing like gold medalists, or do...
It might be because we watch a lot of prison shows, but I think a lot about what it would be like to be locked up. Would they serve me gluten-free food in the joint? Would I get to use the satin pillowcases I’ve grown quite fond of? What would it take to get the...
Of all the things I fear (spiders, needles, people seeing my toes, rejection... the list goes on but I’ll spare you the gory details here), regrets are what strike the very most fear into my chickenhearted soul. I have a not-inconsequential sense of mortal dread about getting to the end and feeling ruefully disappointed —...
This is it, friends. We made it to the final installment of “ways to start living as though you gave a shit were actually alive,” and I’m not going to lie to you. I’m feeling a little hyped up over here. We covered a lot of bases (well, three, to be exact) in Part 1...
You’re the right person to be reading this article if: You just can’t get enough out of life. You’re the “suck all the marrow out of life” kind of person, and while you’re probably annoying everyone in the wake of your new recipes and travels and articles and hard to pronounce new workouts, you’re always...
Looking to live a livelier version of your life, now that the stranglehold of COVID is feeling a little less strangle-ey? Yeah, me too. So I consulted science on the matter and whittled the research down to the best of the best ways to un-dead ourselves. As a refresher, we’re talking about vitality here —...
Where would you plot yourself on this highly scientific vitality spectrum? Do you ever come across a quote so soul-stirring that it inexplicably jumps off the page, grabs you by the shoulders and slaps you in the face? In a good, “wake up to your life” kind of way? Here’s a personal favorite I’d like...
Not if — but when — you are unhappy at work, what — if anything — do you do about it? a) Nothing... work is supposed to suck, and then we die. b) I quit... burning all the bridges behind me with strange satisfaction. c) I try to make it right... looking inward first to...
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