Skip to main content

Featured

TTPD & Working From Home Days

You know when you're too busy to remember, or even care what day of the week it is? I'm to the point in my management journey where I'm almost bummed when I realize it's nearly Friday. I need more days in the week and more time in the day .... It’s one of those cold, overcast days where the sky never quite decides what it wants to do. No sunshine, no movement in the sky—just gray, quiet, and still. The kind of day that feels made for working from home. I logged 7 miles on the treadmill this morning since the morning was not only cold but also drizzling, no thanks. Treadmill miles are honest miles. There’s no scenery to distract you, no breeze to break it up, just you, your thoughts, and the steady rhythm of your feet. It’s not glamorous, but it gets the job done. And today, it felt good. Strong. Controlled. Purposeful. And yes I did have Bridgerton playing on my phone as a distraction because even though the show is cheesy as hell, I still love it. Now I’m settled into...
Post a Comment
Read more

How I Hope My Future Will Be

 


I wore three layers on my run today and have absolutely no regrets. I looked ridiculous, but I also don't care. What's even crazier is the fact that this morning wasn't even as cold what Sunday at Donna will be and that guys, literally makes me shiver.

Alright, now let's talk about the future. I've thought a lot about it lately — not in the big, overwhelming sense of Where will I be five years from now? but in the smaller, steadier sense of What would I like tomorrow to feel like?

There’s a strange comfort in shrinking the future down to something I can hold in both hands. Not the entire staircase… just the next step. Just enough to move forward without rushing the plot.

If I picture it clearly, my future looks like this: taking things as they come, putting in the work, trusting the rhythm, and enjoying whatever unfolds afterward.

Take this Sunday’s half marathon, for example. I hope the future feels like that — a good run on tired legs, the quiet kind of satisfaction that comes from doing something hard on purpose, and then returning home to a warm house, a hot shower, and a book waiting on the couch. No spectacle, no big reveal, just a life that fits comfortably and a pace I can sustain.

If there’s a bigger plan somewhere above all this, I’m not trying to see it all at once. I don’t need the map yet. I just want the next mile marker, the next cup of coffee, the next chapter, the next small win.

Maybe that’s the truest kind of hope — a future that doesn’t demand grand gestures, just simple ones repeated often.

I hope everyone is staying warm and doing dress rehearsals on your morning runs this week for what's to come on Sunday!

Big hugs 💖

Comments

Post a Comment