Weapons In The Fight Against Overwhelm

My last post about what I called “something more syndrome” was really me putting down a feeling and analyzing its roots and conditions. I almost didn’t publish it because 1. I felt whiny 2. Most people know this feeling as “overwhelm.” I was pretty much all “Duhhhhhhh” when I realized this. But sometimes you just have to process publicly, you know? And overwhelm creeps up on us, no matter our best intentions and constant vigilance — and so it’s good to remind ourselves to ward it off every now and then. But now I promise never to Internet-dump on feeling

Fighting Off “Something More Syndrome”

I’m sitting on my bed on a Friday night, typing blog drafts on my iPhone while Netflix’s new series “Love” plays in the background. (Really enjoying it…Gillian Jacobs = super-groovy, and j’adore everytime her Aussie roommate pops up in a scene.) I’ve just paid a million bills, and cleaned up the kitchen (kind of) after making an oven omelet and roasting butternut squash, apples and potatoes for quick lunches early next week. Earlier after dropping off the baby with his grandparents, I worked at one of my jobs, did a bunch of high-intensity calisthenic intervals because I didn’t have time

Love Letters To Dresses I Love But Have To Say Goodbye To

Last Saturday night at 8:30 pm, I decided to go through all my dresses as part of my closet clean-out. (Now you know how I like to spend my Saturday nights.) I counted a total of 31 dresses. Sounds slightly insane, I know, but we’re talking dresses from the past 15 years or so. I love dresses. I love them more theoretically at this point, since baby-wrangling isn’t really a dress- or nursing-friendly activity. These days I’m mostly about jeans and striped mariniere tops that can take a beating. But I used to wear them all the time. I have

I Heart These Podcasts

Believe it or not, I never listened to a podcast until last year. I’m not sure why — I think I was just content with books, magazines, movies and TV in terms of my media consumption. But last year, I had my baby, and my endless wilderness of reading time — oh, those were the days! — dwindled down to a few precious half-hours or so in the evening. I did manage to read books in the time I had to myself, but it came at the expense of a lot of magazine reading. Gone were the afternoons when I