Check out the guy in the picture. He’s an idiot. Not for wearing a silly hat. But for gluing it to his head. With superglue. He had to go to an emergency room (one with pointless dolphins painted on the wall) to have it removed. I’m sure everyone asked the guy, “What were you thinking?” And…
There’s a moment in the movie “The Talented Mr. Ripley” where Gwyneth Paltrow is standing in a boat, and you can see her cellulite.
What’s your passion? Is it a passion for passion? Do you make money from that passion?
“If it’s not a ‘hell yes’, it’s a ‘hell no!’” If you haven’t heard that expression, then you probably aren’t in contact with any coaches-slash-”lifestyle design” experts, or anyone who’s being coached and parrots everything they hear. And you probably don’t read any of the self-helpy or businessy blogs that I can’t help browsing every…
Steven and I had a recent restaurant experience that really bugged me. Actually, it wasn’t all that recent – it was last spring – but it still bugs me.
Last week, it turns out, was National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. Until I read about it later on Huffington Post’s lifestyle page, I was not aware of this awareness event, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m always aware of eating disorders. They’re everywhere. I’m not just talking about the classics, good ol’ anorexia and bulimia….
In my quest to be one of those people – the successful ones – I’ve observed a couple of things that separate them from the other people: They set limits and stick to them. They fly carry-on.
Two months ago, my sister had a baby. But for all the time she spends feeding him, burping him, changing his diaper, putting him down or picking him up, I’m pretty sure I spend more time each day with my laptop.
I believe in a success gene. OK, maybe it isn’t truly a gene – you’d have to do one of those nature/nuture tests where you separate identical twins, and see if one of them grows up to be a captain of industry while the other becomes captain of towels at Lucille Roberts. But I do…
In the past couple of years I’ve been into some self-help-y, self-discovery-ish stuff called “Transformation.” If you know me, you wouldn’t think it was very me. I’m not a rainbows-and-butterflies-and-group-hugs type. But I’m attracted to the practical side of it: all about living in the moment, how what you resist pers– never mind, I’m getting…
