and life is grand
It's a little hard to believe that we've been here two weeks. In that time, we've stayed at three different Airbnbs in three very different neighborhoods around Dublin. We started by the sea and have worked our way inland, living now across from the largest walled park (2x the size of Central Park) which also houses the Dublin . . .
Or why moving is like childbirth
The last time I remember being this tired I'd just had my son. Sleep was the only thing I wanted to do and the one thing escaping me. Instead of giving in to my natural instincts, I was forced by circumstances to do something equally as important: take care of my newborn. It was a blurred time, one of focusing simply on survival and not . . .
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Or how I used two-week sprints to pull off a big move
I've learned many things from my days working in tech, not the least being the power of a well-placed gif. One of the other major takeaways has been Agile.
(I know. I can't believe I'm writing about Agile either. And it is capitalized, yes? Like a movement?)
For the past two years, I've been part of an Agile marketing team. . . .
and how you're involved...
I’ve seen variations of this exact blog post. The one where people thank their current company for all they’ve learned, the one where people list everything they’re going to miss, or the one where people lay out all their reasons for leaving.
Although I am grateful and there have been many lessons, this is not that blog post.
This is a plea . . .
#4 of the 40 Shorties Project
They were on the side of a mountain, hundreds of miles from home and scheduled to get married the next day. It was painfully obvious that she could not stay there in the snow, her calves ripped open and glaring with fresh burns. She leaned forward, pushed herself up and attempted to put her backpack on without wincing in pain.
Where do you . . .
#3 of the 40 Shorties Project
Ever since Erica & Jacob had lost Zach, the coyotes and their full moon yipping had become intolerable. It didn’t used to wake them up but now neither one could sleep through it. As soon as the first coyote started the high-pitched barking, they were both wide awake. The chorus of coyotes that joined in, singing a song known only to them, . . .
#2 of the 40 Shorties Project
I looked forward to Saturday nights. We were so busy, they just flew by. Before you knew it, the band was setting up, the kind brothers & sisters distracted by their dreadlocks and pints of hoppy ale. When you worked in a microbrewery, beer was the answer to everything.
Burger late to table 15? Buy them a pitcher.
Table 7 complaining . . .