It’s always around this time of year when we all tend to get a little reflective. A little hopeful. And a lot determined. We tend to recap our previous year, wrap it up in a little box, discard, and then focus on planning for the upcoming year.
Four years ago, I made the best decision of my life. I packed up my apartment in Colorado and moved to San Francisco – a city I had fallen in love with the year before. Little did I know, it wasn’t just the city I’d continue to fall in love with.
I’ve been thinking a lot about social media lately. I know, you’re probably thinking, “Well, that’s good because it’s your job.” But social digs much deeper for me than just my job.
I must admit, I’m pretty excited for fall. I know, we’re just about to hit San Francisco’s “Indian Summer”, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull out my cinnamon scented candles and morph the color scheme of my house from bright and airy to warm and cozy.
I can hardly believe I’ve been living in San Francisco for four years.
Two weeks ago, I received one of the best pieces of praise I’ve ever received.
If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone say, “There’s not enough time in the day!” I would be, well, filthy rich.
2013 has been a tough year so far. We’re already four months in and I’m wondering both where the time went and why it can’t go faster. Now, in the scheme of things, this year hasn’t been that bad.
We always had this running joke, my brother and me. I would always introduce him as “my little brother.” But at the ripe age of about 11, he outgrew me.
Last week, I did a good deed. I do good deeds all the time (if I do say so myself), but this one was especially good.
