Wednesday, September 21, 2016

I Don't Have a Five Year Plan

A few nights ago, David asked me about my five-year plan. (Our pillow talk leaves something to be desired.) And I told him a version of what I've told every employer for the last five or so years: I don't have one.

I don't remember how the question came about, but it had a particularly professional tilt to it. Where do I want to work in five years? What do I want to be doing professionally? Do I want to remain in this field, or do I see a career change happening? What future career plans would make me happy? What five-year goals do I want to chase?

The answer is that I have no answers to any of those questions. And given the fact that I asked him on a Tuesday whether our plans on the weekend allowed for me to run my eight miles on Friday or Sunday, and given the fact that I'm planning for an April 2017 Boston trip in September 2016, and given the fact that I have a list of 101 things I plan to do by March 2018, that might come as a bit of a shock.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Sunday Sweats 89: Half Marathon Training Week 3

September 5-11
Sorry about the back-to-back fitness posts. I meant to get something else up last week, but it just didn't happen. I wasn't in the mindset to write good stuff, nor did I have anything good to say. Thanks for bearing with me! For something fun though, here's something I wrote last year that is still true and that I still love: Everything Changes in September

Now then. On to the sweat.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

So Long Sweet Summer

Just kidding. More like "Wake Me Up When September Ends," if we're talking in song titles. Which, let's be honest, when aren't we?

I won't pretend I'm sad to be posting my last "What's New With You" of the summer. As I opined recently, summer is just...not my favorite. At least, not anymore. Sure, there are parts of summer I enjoy—which are really just humanity's best attempts at making it bearable: the beach, ice cream dates, long days with plenty of time for adventures. But as far as the rank of seasons, it has slipped from the top spot it held in my youth and is neck and neck with winter now for dead last.

Still, I can't help but notice the passage of the seasons and assign symbolism to the unofficial end of summer that comes with Labor Day Weekend, which we're about to celebrate and which once felt like it would never arrive. I loved the post format Lauren used a few weeks ago, and am shamelessly borrowing it for my own catch-up, look back, review, and bid of good riddance to summer '16.