Jessica Bruder’s piece in INC, “The Psychological Price of Entrepeuership,” struck a nerve with me when she said: But many of those entrepreneurs, like Smith, harbor secret demons: Before they made it big, they struggled through moments of near-debilitating anxiety…
There is a Wikipedia entry for “inner critic,” defined as: “a concept used in popular psychology to refer to a subpersonality – universally present in at least some form[1] – that judges and demeans a person.” Sounds familiar, no? Of…
As my birthday present to myself this year, I enrolled in a creative writing online course through the continuing studies program at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. The second assignment to craft a personal essay. I ended up with this. I…
Meeting new people almost always results in asking how long I’ve been here. I’ve generally said “since January 2011.” That’s the first time I went through the Resident line for Customs instead of the Visitors line. Except my visa says…
I’m convinced there is a direct correlation between the height of hedging, and the size of the house behind it. There are some streets in Vancouver that seem like forests because the hedging is as tall as the tree trunks,…
It’s simple enough. Whole milk is red. 2% is a navy/dark blue. 1% is purplish. Skim is light/sky blue. In the States. In Canada, skim milk is navy/dark blue. When you’ve condition yourself to the new milk color coding scheme,…
In my cursory overview of my personal “big data” project, I mention a desire to gain a better understanding of what, exactly, made relocating more difficult than I anticipated. Words are my stock in trade, so I started collecting life…
That’s pronounced stag-ette, by the way. Not stage-tte, or a poor pronunciation of “staged.” In the States, we know them as a Bachelor or Bachelorette party. We might know them more by the corresponding reality TV shows, The Bachelor and…
I was back home in Chicago earlier this week for the inaugural company conference. I heard two things: Chicago is amazing! Why did you move?! Moving was ballsy. You can guess the first is from my coworkers, most of whom…
In May I blogged about being in auditory hell. After hearing Maroon 5’s “Love Somebody,” off its appropriately named album Overexposed, it occurred to me that the Internet makes avoiding overexposed…overplayed songs, possible. There are two services I’ve used: Pandora…