Few things make me happier than good soup in February.
I’m an Obliger (at least when it comes to forming habits).
If you take Nina to Target, it’s likely you’ll come home with at least one of the following: a sippy cup, a coloring book, baby spoons, fuzzy socks, a stuffed Minion.
My work meets all four criteria for “meaningfulness” according to this HBR article, and I should stop and remember more often how lucky I am. One reason is that I intuitively followed many of these principles in my 20s and early 30s. Good stuff no matter where you find yourself.
But apparently I should have been a microbiologist.
I like preaching to a room of people. I don’t like preaching to an empty room with a video camera.
“Eighty-eight percent of American women do not get paid for a single day or a single hour after they give birth.” Good heavenly snot. Perhaps choosing not to have children is less selfishness, dear Pope, and more economic survival. Read this article.
If I don’t go to bed when I first start to feel tired, I will wake up at 3am with a book in my hand and carpet marks on my face.