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Hexed

Earlier this year, I legitimately believed I was cursed.

I was quite certain someone put a hex on me – somebody was out there, who I’d carelessly wronged in some terrible, terrible way, and they had a little Lisa voodoo doll, and they were just poking… and poking… and poking…

Pouring glasses of water over my doll-head.. Continue reading

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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.

I haven’t been sleeping too much. Continue reading

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Nada: Pt. 2

We’re a quarter of the way through 2017, and I’m reflecting on my year of “no plans” so far.

And actually, I think I’m doing pretty good. That is — I’m not doing a lot.

I’m calling my “no plans resolution” for 2017 a success still at this point. Yes, I’ve planned a COUPLE things — I’m not gonna lie. But literally, just a couple. And I certainly didn’t plan them like I USED to plan things.

Here’s the high-level overview: Continue reading

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Siamese

It’s times like these, times when life just feels like a steaming pile of…

You know.

You know.

…that I really miss my sister.

We’re like the same person, and yet we are so totally not the same person! It’s crazy. I realize this more and more, the older I get:

No one gets me like my sister does.  Continue reading

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Broken

In this year of ongoing, neverending, continuing self-realizations, today I had yet another one.

I realized that I have only two views of the world, and everything in it:

  1. Fixed
  2. Broken

I see everything – absolutely everything – through one of these two lenses. There is no in-between.

Things are either fixed, or they are broken.

The house is either fixed, or it is broken.

Relationships are either fixed, or broken.

The world is either fixed, or broken.

And things that are broken, must be fixed (which is probably why I’m constantly freaked out about the state of the world and living in the “end days”; I CANNOT FIX IT).

I’m like a Doozer, scrambling around rebuilding Fraggle Rock as the Fraggles gobble it down into chaos.

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