I was asked recently to value myself. A monetary value. A dollar amount. How much do I think I’m worth? That thought process nearly exploded my brain because I couldn’t stop coming back to the notion about how we assign ourselves value. I work in real estate finance and was discussing property values with a… Continue reading Name Your Price.
Author: thepathtoworthy
My Bad.
This opener is going to sound outrageously unoriginal, but bear with me. Please. I heard a story recently about a woman who discovered infidelity in her marriage. I’m not going to share too much in the way of details. I’m just going to share that she decided (which is her own, very personal decision), not… Continue reading My Bad.
Battles at Dawn.
I want to tell you that it’s silent just before the sun comes up. Mostly, it is. It’s quiet in a way where there are only the barest of noises that I’m accustomed to. The grinding brakes of municipal vehicles and the soft, but urgent chirps of birds and the rhythmic footfall of fellow morning… Continue reading Battles at Dawn.
Put Me In, Coach.
I hired a coach recently. I realize how privileged that statement is, and I want to first acknowledge that point. I have the resources to pay for a coach and the free time to be coached. For this, I am grateful. I mean it. That is not a throw away statement. This is not a… Continue reading Put Me In, Coach.
All Fail the Racists.
I’ve seen a lot of ALF cartoons floating around the last few days. I imagine you have too, unless you are hiding somewhere under a rock. President Trump made a statement that was objectively unhinged and the interweb went wild. I want to be clear that I have a sense of humor. I do. And… Continue reading All Fail the Racists.
Anxious Baby.
I thought today about all the ways in which I suffered with anxiety at a young age. Anxiety before it was a thing. Anxiety before it was a hash tag or the topic for several reels or the reason why everyone needs accommodations and therapy. And don’t get me wrong. They should. We should. Everyone… Continue reading Anxious Baby.
Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
I was at a good friend’s apartment last night, and he brought up Bunsen Honeydew. Actually, I made a sound that was Beaker like, and the conversation turned to Bunsen. In case these names are foreign to you, these are characters from the Muppets. Why were we talking about the Muppets? Well, it’s age appropriate… Continue reading Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
Stay soft, girl.
A friend recently sent me a story on social media. There were so many parts of it I loved, but admittedly, it resonated with me immediately. I didn’t need a buy in. It was one of those stories where there are beautiful scenes of nature, and a voiceover (a lovely, soothing voice) and the words… Continue reading Stay soft, girl.
Bunched Panties.
Recently, a co-worker of mine, a man, was seemingly trying to defend my honor and advised me that he told another man, who is employed by a vendor we work with, that “to say my panties were in a bunch would be an understatement.” I was honestly speechless. I could spend time telling you how… Continue reading Bunched Panties.
But I’m allergic to cats.
I think that we all knew I was going to take issue with Mr. Vance at some point or another, right? I have to. I have no choice. The thing is, this decision is not one I came to easily, by any stretch. Strange, right? Why not? He’s exactly the kind of turd that I… Continue reading But I’m allergic to cats.
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