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Commitment versus interest.

Every morning, I sweat, swear and ungracefully hobble my way through a hybrid boot camp/self defense class. My legs are so fatigued after that I have to crawl up the last flight of stairs to reach my door (I live on the third floor). I've signed up for a number of these fitness challenges in… Continue reading Commitment versus interest.

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The golden opportunity.

The week of hell raged on...my inbox groaned and froze frequently due to the constant stream of emails, my caffeine intake tripled and my nails were now non-existent (and my only source of sustenance between meetings). But through it all, a small smile remained on my face, assured and confident that I was ready to… Continue reading The golden opportunity.

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A dry January update…

As part of my New Year's resolution of being impeccable with my word (to myself!), I committed to an alcohol-free January. Why subject myself to this torture, you ask? Well...after quite a boozy holiday December, I wanted to prove to myself that I don't need to drink wine to have a good time AND I… Continue reading A dry January update…

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The end of the countdown.

I did it again. I put so much imaginary pressure on myself to "escape" the cubicle within a certain time frame, that I began to loathe the process. Suddenly the 9-5 grind didn't seem like such a sucker deal anymore. It always comes down to the same problem: taking on too much at once, making… Continue reading The end of the countdown.

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T-minus 120 days: A brief summary of days 1-10.

It is hard to believe that I made the decision to escape the cube of doom a mere 10 days ago, because so much has happened since then. Well, to be fair, days 1-5 were really just a combination of me manically scribbling down every half-baked idea that came to mind, frantically checking bank accounts… Continue reading T-minus 120 days: A brief summary of days 1-10.

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T-minus 124 days: Have to vs. get to…

So many times over the last week I've caught myself in a steady stream of  begrudging "I have tos." I have to get up early and work on my blog/business plan/course work/job search. I have to go to work in 15 minutes. I have to come home and read the stack of books on my… Continue reading T-minus 124 days: Have to vs. get to…

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T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…

Current mood: Frank Costanza, Episode 159, Seinfeld. Not a Seinfeld fan? We can't be friends. The first few days after I decided to quit my job I felt...zen. Work bullshit could not touch me. "Oh, you want that last-minute PowerPoint deck done in 30 minutes? Sure thing, sir. Not a problem. Happy to help!" I took… Continue reading T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…

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T-minus 126 days: When the going gets tough…

...I usually give up and concede to another few months of cubicle life until I get so sick of water cooler chit-chat again that I come up with another seemingly-awesome idea which I inevitably give up on and so on. You get the point. So what's different this time? Beyond the giant pile of self-help… Continue reading T-minus 126 days: When the going gets tough…