Category: Pep Talks
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Today, I was a guest on The Craig Fahle Show on Detroit’s WDET. We discussed this article and some of the wisdom from the speeches and how it could be applied to new grads or to anyone trying to figure out their balancing act (career-identity-relationships-carbohydrates). I jotted down a couple of points I thought I’d…
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Last week, I wrote this piece for the lovely Ellie Di over at Headology. And while I’ve realized holding a gun to my own head as a means of increasing productivity is a practice I need to ditch, the flip side of what I wrote there is also true –sometimes, you need to go back…
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Sometimes, I give pep talks. Not the standard “He was a total bastard. You can do so much better!” ones. I’m terrible at those. No, I mean the “You are smart and capable and this situation can be successfully handled in the following eight ways” kind of pep talks. I gave one of those the…
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I’m not going to name names. I was reading someone’s something the other day and I realized how very much this something sounded like all of their other somethings. Call it a beat, a niche, an area of expertise, I just called it tired. It’s the same old saws, the topic spun and respun in…
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I’m not a recipe slave. Even beyond the vegan thing and the celiac thing, I don’t feel obligated to hew to Betty Crocker if I have a better idea. If a dish requires onions or garlic, I leave them out. Ditto raisins. Double up the vanilla extract. Skip the coconut. Mostly, this works or at…
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I don’t believe in the laws of attraction thing, but I do believe that the energy you put out to the world and to others influences what you get back in return and in what manner. But not in the whole you are a magnet and good fortune is a box of paperclips kinda way.…
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“I’m here to talk about ___,” I say with a big smile. “And I see you’ve brought alcohol,” one of the men at the booth remarked, noting the glass of wine in my hand. “Well, you didn’t think I’d just leave it on the counter at my booth, did you? You know who I work…
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Although unintentional, I have a string of non-consecutive posts going in which I mention cake. I don’t know what’s up with that. I can’t even eat cake. But the baked good shoutouts shall continue unabated. Specifically, I’m thinking about MacArthur Park and the fine art of being rejected. I write about rejection a fair bit…
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Start as big and as grandiose as possible. Scale back only if absolutely necessary. And define “necessary” very narrowly. It’s the same logic that governs my stylist’s approach to trimming my bangs. “We can always take more off, but we can’t add it back on.” Truth. You can keep cutting and sanding and planing (different…
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Lately, more than one person has insinuated that I have something going on. As if maybe I’d become the universe’s teacher’s pet all of a sudden and was rolling around in good luck as if it was a kiddie pool full of chocolate pudding. Here’s the real (pudding-free) scoop. I made a decision. Okay, I…
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