Why 2018 Will Be The Year I Stop Caring About What I Deserve

It was a December in the late 90’s, and my school was on break for the holidays. I was spending the afternoon with one of my best friends and we were passing time as only kids know how. We were upstairs in the “play room,” whose prime open space had recently been colonized by her dad’s treadmill. “How does this work?” I asked, already standing on the belt. My friend started to respond but I was too busy punching buttons. The belt was whirring, and I was jogging, then running,…

Why We Should Embrace The “Worsts” of 2016

“Worsts” Help Us Find Our “Bests” Like many of you, today I am pausing to reflect on the year behind me and the year ahead. Swirling in my head are moments from the last twelve months, some of which are so beautiful I can’t believe they happened, and others of which are so ugly I won’t allow myself to dwell too long. Some are unique to me, and some are those that we shared as a society, as a generation, and as humans. I faced profound personal challenges in 2016. After injuring…

Why We Need To Get Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable

“Because I said so,” was a common explanation I heard growing up. As was, “As long as you live under this roof you’ll live under my rules.” Whether it was making my bed or going to a dinner party none of my friends were going to, there was no negotiating with my mom. I frequently had to do things I didn’t want to do. That’s just how it was. Life looked something like taking a math class I didn’t want to take “because it’s a pre-requisite,” going to piano class “because it is Wednesday,” and going…

The Perfect Complement To A New Year? A Compliment.

“Before we start eating, I have say this meal looks and smells incredible. Wow. You’ve completely outdone yourself.” “Before we start? I’ve started and it is delicious. I can’t stop eating this pudding!” “Same and the polenta is just to die for. So good.” So went the compliments to the chef (me) at my family’s annual Christmas brunch, this time with new additions in the form of extended family. Though I intended for my response to come across as gracious, it was instead peppered with the awkwardness of compounded humility, self-criticism,…

Year after year, we’re doing resolutions all wrong.

I’m still working on these For the entirety of 2013, I involuntarily paid a monthly twenty-five dollar fee to Bank Of America to “maintain” my account. Though the amount was automatically debited, it’s not like I didn’t know it was happening. My friends at Mint.com sent me a dramatic email each time and encouraged me to explore the many other fee-free banks out there. Each time this happened, my reaction was the same: Outrage to self-pity to complacency. I would hop off the emotional roller coaster deciding, “I should probably…