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I cannot believe tomorrow is Thanksgiving! I’ve been saying that over and over to myself since I woke up this morning. Time has been flying recently, to use an old, worn out cliche. I’ve been busy with work so that every day seems to go by quickly. In some ways, I like that but in others I don’t. I don’t want to feel like my world is passing me by while I work and look forward to something coming up in the future.

I thought I would use this post to stop for a moment amid all of this craziness and think about what makes me happy and what I feel grateful for in my life right now:

  1. My family-my sisters, nephews, parents, grandmother, and my extended family. Where would I be without them? I’m especially mindful of that this time of year because so many people don’t have family or they prefer not to spend their holiday with their family. I’m so lucky to have the family that I do.
  2. My friends. What would I do without them? When I need to laugh, cry, vent, celebrate, whatever–they’re there for me. I’m going out with a friend after work today and I’m so thankful that we are both able to do that together.
  3. My job. I’m so happy to have a job that keeps me busy doing work that I enjoy every day. I am able to challenge myself in this line of work and I’m able to live because I get paid to do it.

I am thankful for so much more in my life, but that list contains what is most important to me right now in my life. I wouldn’t be the person I am without that list so, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU.

What you thankful for this Thanksgiving?



This post piggybacks off my previous post a bit–I’m going to talk about writing and how my creativity has improved since I really started to focus on using my time wisely on my commute. I keep a small notebook in my work bag at all times and I’ve been using it almost every day–to make lists, write down notes and ideas, but mostly to write what I want. I used to write all the time–mostly poetry, but sometimes memoir/essay-esque pieces as well. Once I started my first 9-5 job in an office, I stopped writing for awhile and I felt the loss; recently, though, after waking myself up and asking myself why I’m not writing, I realized that there is no good reason.

When I started writing again, I felt very rusty and I was afraid of putting anything on the page. I was afraid of feeling stupid or less than (which, I told myself, is ridiculous because who’s going to read any of what I write unless I show it to someone?), so I had to force myself to keep going and not quit. I’m so glad I did–once I shook off the cobwebs, so to speak, I felt an amazing power within myself. I can write what I want, when I want, and how I want! How liberating!

I now look forward to getting on the train, putting my headphones on and playing music that relaxes or inspires me, and writing whatever comes to mind. Sometimes I become so engaged with what I’m doing that I almost forget that I have to get off at my stop think this is so important: whatever it is you love, don’t make excuses–just do it. And keep on doing it! Maybe you don’t make money doing it, or maybe you do but it is not your primary source of income; maybe you’ll never make money doing it–who cares? How does it make you feel? I love to write and I love the way it makes me feel and that’s okay with me for now.

What do you love and how do you make time for it?



This past week has been crazy! I’ve been busy at work and in my personal life and I have never felt so grateful for my family. Without them, I’m sure I’d go slowly insane.

My family does “first Christmas” with my sister, her boyfriend, and my nephews each year before Christmas itself because it’s a lot for them to visit everyone they want to visit on Christmas day with three kids and a car full of presents. This year it was a blast! We have a different food theme each year and this year we had Polish food (my father’s mother was Polish)–stuffed cabbage, pierogies, kielbasa and sauerkraut, and more. It was as deliciously outrageous as it sounds.

I was able to come home, cook, and eat with my family and allow my nerves to rest. I guess I wasn’t checking in with myself enough to realize that the stress has been building these past couple of weeks. Nothing is better for letting off some steam than playing Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots with your nephew :).

Despite all of the bad things that are happening in the world every day and the rush of the work week, I know that I can always come home. There, they don’t judge me or expect me to be someone that I’m not. They just want me as I am. That, my friends, is the best Christmas gift I could receive this year!

How have you all been coping with holiday stress?

My parents’ monster, 14 foot tall Christmas tree!

Does anybody else ever feel that their day is over when they make a mistake or fail to follow a regimen they set for themselves? For example, as you know, I’ve been meditating in the morning to make a calm start to my day; so, when that doesn’t happen for one reason or another, sometimes I feel as though the entire day is a wash from the start. I also feel this way about food (“I’m going to eat healthy today!” *Eats a bagel sandwich for breakfast* “Well, that ruined it so I may as well just forget this day and eat a cheesesteak for lunch….”). This morning, I really had to have a talk with myself–this is a negative way to view my day!

I woke up this morning and didn’t have time to meditate or center myself because I am pet-sitting my neighbor’s dog. I had to quickly get ready and run next door to feed the dog and let him out before rushing to the train. As I was making my way down the hill to the station, I could already feel myself mentally tipping off-balance and I was so tempted to just give up. I got to the station earlier than I thought I would (and the train was late, as usual), so I had a few quiet minutes to not exactly make up for not meditating this morning, but to close my eyes and calm myself as much as possible. I wouldn’t allow myself to write off the day yet; if I had, I would have gotten in to work and completed my tasks for the day half-heartedly or in a state of anxiety. I didn’t want that and I didn’t want to feel that I wasted an entire 24 hours just because something didn’t go exactly the way I planned it. When does anythinever go perfectly, anyway?

My point is this: Don’t give up on yourself even if you didn’t complete a task or you made a mistake. The day is long and it goes on! You have the ability to decide how you will live and part of that is deciding how you will mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for the day, week, or month ahead. Everyone is imperfect (and I think that is what’s beautiful about the world)–embrace it and learn to pick yourself up and move on!


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