As a person with a chronic illness, I’m often frustrated by how easily others dismiss illness and just say, if you set an intention to the universe to heal you will. Or what’s even worse is when people respond by asking, “Have you seen The Secret?” Yes, I’ve seen it, I know all about it. And I think people have taken it far too literally. I don’t think that just visualizing being well, or having a new home or a new job will actually cause those things to be a reality. In order for those things to happen, people have to put in the effort, and sometimes the stars don’t align and those efforts don’t pay off. Dreaming isn’t enough. Trust me, I know. If dreams were all that mattered, I would have been a pop star by the time I was 17 and I would have been driving around in […]
The thing about having a mystery diagnosis is that there isn’t any text book I can refer people to. There’s no support group for people like me. As a result, it has been necessary for me to learn to be my own advocate, healthcare provider and number one supporter, all while also being the patient. It’s not something I would wish on anyone yet I also see the upside to these experiences. Because of them, I can relate to others when they are going through their own hardships. I know better than to think that people should snap out of it or find a distraction. I have also learned to be more adaptable and to recognize that life isn’t a series of check boxes. It’s a journey, and like most journeys it is often unpredictable.
Some folks in my office building decided to bring a group of people together to watch Ted Talks, with the hope that some employees might be inspired to present our own homemade version of a Ted Talk. The Ted Talk we watched was one by Amy Cuddy, a social psychologist at Harvard. In the Ted Talk, Ms. Cuddy described how certain nonverbal postures can actually impact our physiology and chance of success. I don’t agree that standing in a victory pose will magically cancel out any real hardships. But I have learned that there’s nothing to be gained from broadcasting our challenges.
Passover has always been my favorite holiday. As a kid, I always looked forward to the annual Passover Seder. This year, it didn’t come at exactly a good time. So I had to miss the Seder this year. Until…I decided that maybe it wouldn’t be too late to host one of my own. I coined it, “The Later Seder,” and it will now be an annual event. Here’s what we prepared and how, and how we went wrong in a few places.
As I’m gearing up for my next annual “me retreat,” I thought it might be nice to remind myself of how I felt the last time I went. Read on to learn more about what the spa experience is supposed to be about, and how I nearly ruined it for myself just over a year ago.
I have been thinking about booking myself a trip to a spa. And then I thought back to less than a year ago, when I last visited The Lodge at Woodloch. (I used to visit there annually. If you’re looking for a laid back spa experience, where you can either delve in with the yogis or just go it your own way, there’s no better place than this.) But as I think back to my last spa experience, I’m starting to wonder if a staycation might be my better option. Wanna know why? This is a long explanation so settle in with a nice cup of tea and read on.
C’mon. Admit it. You wanted to be a rock star. Is there anyone on this planet who hasn’t at some point fantasized about how he or she would look on stage in skin tight pants made of material that ought not to be worn by any human, all while perfecting the art of strumming eighth notes on the guitar?
I’m proud to announce that I belong to an elite group – no, not the media elite Sarah Palin loved to reference as a justification for her repeated inability to answer simple political questions. I belong to a group of people that can look back on their youth with the proud memories of their attempt to make it on the music scene.
I’ve never been good at sports. I’m just not athletic at all. But there was a time when I thought I had found my one athletic talent.
It all started at a roller skating rink in New Jersey. It was in the early 80s and fluorescents were all the rage in the world of fashion. Michael Jackson had just begun his ascent to becoming The King of Pop and Steve Perry was trying to make a name for himself as a solo artist (yes, I’m old).
My boyfriend is a coffee snob, so my appreciation for sugary lattes drives him crazy (my doctors also don’t approve). But c’mon, I call this art. @Caffeination in Philadelphia.
A couple of months ago I went to visit with my family to celebrate the Jewish holiday, Rosh Hashanah. While I was visiting for the Rosh Hashanah holiday I was able to go watch my friend’s daughter in her soccer match. I showed up expecting to join a crowd of adults who couldn’t wait to cheer on the fearless little athletes. I was shocked when I instead found myself among hecklers.