Why Does 6 P.M. Feel So Late in November?
The clocks change, the sun sets early, and 6 p.m. suddenly feels like bedtime. Here’s what I’m thinking about trying this winter.
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The Boy on the Bicycle Never Really Stopped Riding
I’ve spent most of my life thinking I couldn’t stand sitting still. But some of my favorite memories involve doing exactly that. At 56, I’m beginning to understand the difference.
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It’s Not Just My Time
A Sunday walk past a playground made me question what I call my own time, and how much of it I really give to the people beside me.
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Life Needs More Northern Lights
A rare night under the northern lights in Georgia reminded me that I still know what wonder feels like. The harder part is figuring out what to do with all the ordinary days in between.
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Who Am I Outside of Work?
After more than forty years of working, I’ve started wondering why we introduce ourselves by our jobs instead of the lives we’re actually living.
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Who Decided My Week Belongs to Work?
I can have hours left on a Sunday evening and still feel like the day is over. When did I start giving my workweek so much of my life?
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I Didn’t Spend Tuesday Dreading Wednesday
I spend my weekdays waiting for Friday and my weekends worrying about Monday. But one Tuesday afternoon with my grandsons showed me something different.
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Why Do I Let Monday Ruin My Sunday?
Sunday is supposed to be a day off, but the thought of Monday morning hangs over nearly the whole day. I’m starting to realize how much of my weekend I give away before the workweek even begins.
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Why Is It So Hard to Enjoy Where I Am?
We hadn’t even reached the beach when I started planning the trip home. I’m trying to understand why my thoughts keep moving ahead, even when I’m somewhere I want to be.
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I Wished the Week Away for Years
For years, I treated Monday through Thursday as something to get through. I was not in a crisis. I had simply gotten used to waiting for my real life to begin.
