When I traveled this past summer, I spent just over half the time on my own, the other half with my oldest friend. She is one of the most efficient planners I know. She’d taken care of dinner plans and tickets to museums months in advance. I was so impressed. I’m comically last minute when it comes to travel, which is very different from how I am in my day-to-day life. All this said, it’s impossible to travel without at least a little…

I saw something on social media recently, the source of which I’m now forgetting, that suggested ending the day with a short list of what’s not wrong. I sort of laughed when I first read it—as far as evaluation goes, “not wrong” seemed like setting the bar low. The more I thought about it, though, the more I liked it. Listen, I love the idea of gratitude journaling and gratitude lists. And I’ve tried many times to create a habit of making them…

I’ve been thinking about getting back to things. We read so much about starting something new. And while it’s a brave, character-building experience to step into the unknown, there’s something equally courageous about returning to something that we’ve become separated from. I don’t go to a gym, run, jog, or cycle. Because I live in a walkable neighborhood and city, I do walk a fair bit on my way from one place to another. Yet my walking becomes considerably less when it’s cold…