Author: thepathtoworthy

I got stuck in a social media hole last night. My mind was restless and even though I’ve sort of sworn it off, I did find myself pre-slumber doom scrolling. I somehow landed on an influencer’s video who was offering an apology for misinformed statements she made in connection with the Hamas-Palestinian-Israeli conflict. Before you… Continue reading The Power of Words.

You know the seven words that strike the greatest fear and pain in my marshmallow heart (well nine, if we are getting technical)? These: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we’ve discussed this topic before, but I am hoping to come at this whole deal from a slightly different perspective. Truthfully, I… Continue reading Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About.

I had a cocktail with a friend the other night. Not a new friend, but also, not an old friend. Something in the middle. We work together. While we were chatting, she told me that she was intimidated by me before she got to know me better. My first reaction was to giggle, and then,… Continue reading The Intimidation Factor.

I’ve been a bit MIA. That’s the truth. I know it. It’s happened before, with good reason. Or anyway, with my reasons. And, I have my reasons. On one hand, I’ve been having fun. That’s not to say that my fun can’t include writing, because it usually does, but in this case, I’ve been running… Continue reading The Inhumanity of Humanity.

If you keep getting so upset, I’m not going to take you to the airport anymore, she says. I’m staring straight through the windshield but I imagine gentle creases in the corners of her clear blue eyes as she says this to me. Very funny, I say, barking out something between a laugh and a… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Sus.

I recently went on a solo hiking trip in Canada. You know this if you read my blog because I’ve already shared this tidbit. Ninety-two miles across glorious landscape. If you’ve traveled alone or eaten out alone or done anything alone, or perhaps, have a resistant and unwilling partner/friend/roommate, you may have also mastered the… Continue reading Post. The. Photo.

I had determined that I wasn’t going to embark on any long hikes the day I drove from Jasper to Lake Louise. I had already put quite a few miles on my little legs, and I was thinking that a rest might not be such a bad idea. I would do a few miles around… Continue reading Don’t Pass On Wilcox.

I couldn’t tell how old the woman behind the counter was, at all. In retrospect, I’m guessing mid-to-late thirties. Her face was mostly unlined, and her hairline still looked mostly intact. She had glasses propped just in front of a messy bun and her eyes appeared to be hazel like mine. I got so lost… Continue reading Marital Status?

A friend sent me a video on Instagram this morning and asked if I knew of the article the video was connected to, entitled ‘Women Know Exactly What They’re Doing When They Use Weak Language’ (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/31/opinion/women-language-work.html). I had read the article, as a good friend and colleague sent it to me. Here are a few… Continue reading Do Women Know What They’re Doing?

I was having dinner with a dear friend the other night. For purposes of protecting her privacy, I’m not going to describe her or offer details that might provide insight into who she might be. Let’s just say she’s what we would call middle-aged and there’s nothing incredibly unique about her that is necessary to… Continue reading Past The Rejection Point.