Quickie post: “Breakthrough”

Hello, Frameshifters! Long time, no talk. Just a quickie post, as I haven't posted in so long, and I had a fascinating experience. I left my 9-to-5 job, I'm full-time working for myself, and my time has been FULL of adventures: creating an updated logo, developing my website, going to networking meetings, having 1-on-1s with… Continue reading Quickie post: “Breakthrough”

Symphony (Teamwork and collaboration)

Well, hello there. Fancy seeing you here. Day 4! Day late again, but fuck it. Symphony Let’s make it happen! I had an amazing interaction with my team from my “9-to-5” yesterday. Technically, I’m on PTO (paid time off), but the school year is quickly approaching and our individual time-off plans overlapped such that we… Continue reading Symphony (Teamwork and collaboration)

Self-esteem and Satisfaction (What is substandard?)

Hello, Frameshifters. I’m challenging myself to write more. Welcome to my first #postaday post! I perused a couple threads and fell on what I think is a fitting topic, an amalgam of entries for this new challenge: self-esteem. Let’s start with the basics. self-esteem (n): confidence in one's own worth or abilities; the esteem in… Continue reading Self-esteem and Satisfaction (What is substandard?)

“None of this is real.”

I was text chatting with a friend of mine who recently went through a bad break-up. She said she was trying not to be angry. I asked her, “Why not be angry?” and she said, “None of this is real. It’s all an illusion.” Now, this produced an interesting response in me, converse to a… Continue reading “None of this is real.”

Do What You Can’t Do

Write songs you can’t sing. Choreograph dances you can’t dance. Celebrate both your limits and what you have to offer. So often, people treat their limits like the end of the road. “I’m not good enough. I’m not smart enough. People don’t like me.” Thank you, Stuart Smalley. So often, people use their limits as… Continue reading Do What You Can’t Do

Indelicate? Me?

When I was growing up, I was fairly soft spoken. OK, maybe that’s not accurate. I was shy. OK, well, maybe I was afraid to be my loud inner-self? None of this is quite right. Let’s start over. Won’t Someone Please Think of the Ants?! One sunny afternoon, in my backyard, around 5 years of… Continue reading Indelicate? Me?