My kids say some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some isms as I collect a critical mass.
So I still like podcasts. (These are what I mostly listen to.) But sometimes they start to feel a little like homework. You know, that thing where the podcasters mention oodles of resources and I feel like I have to go look it up or write it down. This is my “homework” from a recent bout of episodes.
I don’t remember what we were reading, but some book referenced inside jokes. Inevitably, “Mom, what’s an inside joke?”
Hmm. You know, it’s that thing where something is funny to you that isn’t funny to other people. Uh, because context. Because they weren’t there when something happened. Because other people aren’t in on the joke. (Or some other similarly cogent explanation.)
Like . . . I scratched my head for examples . . . when . . .
But after fumbling, I realized our family does have inside “jokes,” and I’m guessing yours does too. These are some of ours.
I think it’s been OVER A YEAR since my last ICYMI. I’m hoping to get back into these more regularly. Shall we . . .
(Spoiler: 2018 is SO not the year of the book.)
So after I wrote this and put all my feelings in writing and sent it out into the world, I sit with it a little bit. I did make some slight book headway. But I kept coming back to the idea of health coaching . . .
Q1 is almost over! Let’s check in on 18 for 2018 goals, shall we?
The other week, I met with an enthusiastic career counselor here. Instead of making me feel like a scattered, unfocused flibbertigibit, she seemed genuinely excited about all of my ideas. It was affirming to say the least.
But I can’t decide what to focus on . . .
But I can’t decide how to spend my time . . .
But I can’t decide what to do first . . .
We talked through some things, and I now have the hint of a game plan. There is MUCH work to be done, but I feel like I’m putting one foot in front of the other.
On my docket: developing a new schedule for myself.
So in my “Weird” Things I do for health post, I mentioned that I’m into fasting. Fasting as in not eating. On purpose.
Are you running for the hills yet?
I get it. I used to think that fasting was crazy too. But my prediction is that very soon we’re going to start hearing more and more interesting things about fasting. Both as a treatment and prevention measure against chronic diseases.
I do both intermittent fasting and extended fasting. For example, on a lot of days I either don’t eat breakfast or I don’t eat lunch. Although I do put significant calories into my coffee much of the time.
So this is all about WHY I fast, HOW I do it, and more. And as always, I AM NOT A DOCTOR. The opinions contained herein should not be construed as medical advice. This is just what has been working for me.
I got off to a rocky start with Legos.
Awhile back now, Henry FINALLY traded in his pacifier for a cool new Lego set. One with oodles of pieces that was definitely above his suggested age range.
I was NOT excited about putting this thing together.
Trying to work on it together felt like torture. He didn’t have the attention span. His mind kept wandering. He couldn’t find the next piece. He couldn’t follow the directions. I didn’t want to just build it for him, but building together was not the bonding experience I envisioned.