Slooowwwdown

Oh GOD.

It’s the longest week of the year, that precedes the BEST WEEK OF THE YEAR.

My summer break from work at Adobe starts on Friday. I’ve got senioritis like the captain of the NHS Mustang’s pom pon team something AWFUL right now.

It’s not just that I want a break; I really, really need one.

This past quarter at Adobe has been, without a doubt, the most intense but also most gratifying of my career thus far. I feel like I’m finally hitting my stride in an enormous, world-class organization, finally understanding the true value of what I bring to the table and really making smart, meaningful contributions.

It feels GREAT! But also – lord in heaven, am I tired.

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23 and…

I just packaged up my 23andMe saliva collection sample!

It was SO GROSS.

Damn!!!

Unfortunately, I have a true aversion to human saliva. Sorry, but – I cannot spit (I can’t even let other people drink out of my glass – not even Trent). I literally thought I would DIE before I could muster enough spit to fill the (tiny) test tube.

BUT I GOT THROUGH IT. F#@%ing phew.

And now I get to find out “what I am”. 🙂 Continue reading

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39 in Practice

Last week (and in most recent weeks, really), I spent a lot of time ruminating on what it means to now be 39 years old.

This past weekend – the end of Week 1 of 39 – I was in Detroit with my family. I tried to keep my father’s words of wisdom, about how “getting old is the plan”, present as I went to Anna’s 40th birthday party, and as my mom brought lots of friends and family around all weekend to keep my spirits high. She threw me yet another little belated birthday party, we had a little family get-together for an early Father’s Day, yada yada…

And it felt good, honestly. Especially as I spent precious time with this guy:

Grandpa with his father’s day “Sam”mich.

He is certainly fulfilling “the plan.”  Continue reading

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39

I turned 39 on June 2nd. It was a big deal for me.

My family, at the end of my 39th birthday weekend.

I’ve long dreaded turning 39. I think I was telling myself I was dreading turning 40, but that was a lie. I’m not afraid of 40 – I’m excited for it, actually. It’s a badge I’m anxious to earn. But I’ve been scared shitless of 39.

My father died when he was 39, you see. He did not have what most people would consider a “good death”. He was a young man with a wife and two small children – barely in his thirties – when he was given a devastating diagnosis. He and his mother were both diagnosed at nearly the exact same time, with the exact same cancer; they were each given just months to live. In hindsight, it’s very clear that both of their deaths could have been easily avoided by not subjecting them to radioactive, carcinogenic procedures to treat their (hereditary) thyroid conditions. But in the early 80s oncology was a fledgling field, ya know…

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Memorial Bay v.2

Happy holiday weekend!

Our 2016 Memorial Day weekend itinerary was such a success, we made good on our promise to repeat it this year: Continue reading

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