13 Days
Today marks day 1 of the longest time I’ve been away from San Francisco since I moved two and a half years ago.
Fall Nostalgia
It’s officially fall in San Francisco. Yesterday, I froze. I’ve been fighting off fall in terms of traditional garb because in San Francisco, fall comes a bit late. Summer isn’t summer and the beginning of fall is the warmest time of the year.
On writer’s block and making time for the things you love.
I have writer’s block.
I know, color you surprised. This has happened before, but this time is a little different. Yes, I don’t know what to write about, which is essentially one of the definitions of writer’s block, but I can’t seem to distinguish whether it is, in fact, writer’s block, or if I’ve just been too busy to actually form a cohesive thought.
Hope, Nostalgia and Appreciation
When I was younger, my dad would take my brother and me camping. We’d stay in tents, bring freeze-dried food (you know, like the food astronauts would eat), build a campfires, cook s’mores, and spend quality time together. Once we discovered that camping wasn’t my brother’s thing, it became a father/daughter tradition.
Meeting, Interruption, Work. Meeting, Work, Interruption. ASAP!
I get most of my work done at night or early in the morning. I curl up on my couch with my laptop and answer emails, or I sit with my knees bent, reclining against my pillows and build reports, edit or research.
Reminder: There are good people in this world.
Sometimes we forget. We get caught up in the daily grind, the mundane, the to-do lists. We let a negative comment, a rude phone call or a nasty email affect our day, but what about the good?
Outside Lands Music Festival Roundup
Right when Outside Lands tickets were released, my boyfriend asked if I wanted to go. I didn’t really know any of the bands and am not a fan of being smooshed up against a bunch of sweaty people grinding to songs I didn’t know. So, I opted out. As the excitement for the music festival resonated through San Francisco, I was a little bummed (and the boyfriend was even more bummed).
The value of a mentor: Invaluable.
I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have had (and continue to have) incredible mentors in my life. Some of whom I didn’t realize were actually mentors until they were no longer there, and I had ended up in a place only they could have subliminally nudged me towards. These mentors have come into my life naturally. They were just people who were at the right place at the right time and willing to help, nurture, encourage and provide me with tactical advice on how to achieve my goals.
