Something I have been doing regularly the past few months is meditating. I wish I could say I do it daily, but I mainly do it on the weekdays when I’m commuting into work. Without the commute on the weekends, I forget to do it because I’m running around with Franco, coaching him to poop
In researching must-read, life-changing books, I kept coming across Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning. I recently finished it and wanted to share my thoughts. It is divided into two parts: Experiences in a Concentration Camp and Logotherapy in a Nutshell. I was very moved by the first part, where he recounts the following: “We
I was really sick this past week, wasted away to nothing. When the nurse checked my weight, she practically jumped back, she couldn’t believe the scale. I frowned, “I know, I have no appetite. But I’m also only 4’10”!” I have been run down at work with no ability to take time off. Well the
After putting most of my mental energy into work the past two weeks, I decided to tick something off my self help list with the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday yesterday. Floatation. Have you heard of it? It’s sensory deprivation while you float in a tank of epsom salt. The experience is gaining popularity with float
2016 will be my year of enlightenment, since 2015 brutally kicked my ass. After our home flooded in December 2014, we went from living in a 2-bedroom, 2-bath flat to a 1-bedroom, 1-bath. We gave Franco the usable bedroom, while Dean and I slept on two separate couches in the living room and dining room.