Because when is later? Why later? And what has later actually done for you lately? Stop playing, I’m GenX, you know I had to do it! We’re locked in on our second chapter now, and I’ve decided this one is going to be A Best. Not The Best, because there were beautiful moments in the others too. Plenty of rough ones I could’ve skipped, no doubt, but still some good’uns. But this is the chapter we’re in now, it’s all ours, so what exactly are we still waiting for? More importantly, what are we waiting on? Yeah… What Are We Waiting On? Take finances off the table just for a…
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One Year of Writing: The Truth About My Good Struggle
Happy Birthday to SincerelyIreneB… yeah… me! So here we are. I made it! Twelve months of writing, blogging, posting. And I’m beyond excited about it! One whole year since I showed up to my own party, nervous but absolutely refusing to wait for the ‘Productivity Fairy’ to convince me that now was the right time to begin. One year since I typed out that first post, hit publish before I could talk myself out of it, and officially committed to Starting Sideways. So… how’d that go? Well, grab something and lemme tell ya. The Checklist, Revisited If you read my very first post, you know I showed up with a…
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What Did You Love Before the Internet Ate Your Brain?
We Used to Climb Trees. Now We Swipe Reels. For those of you working a 9-to-5 to maintain access to running water and the occasional bowl of gruel, do you also have a hobby or three? For fun, mental health, and prison-avoidance. And actually, this can also apply to you newly retired folks, the ‘I have more money than God’ peeps, or the ‘Work? What’s work?’ collective. #YaLuckyBastards. So… What Do You Actually Do for Fun? Another of the things I’ve realized as I keep getting older is that we really need something else to look forward to outside of work, and on a consistent basis. And if you are indeed…
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When “Don’t Worry, Be Happy!” Isn’t Remotely Helpful
Turning “Yeah, But…” Into Something Useful And hold it right there, no, I’m not knocking Bobby McFerrin’s fun-loving, ’80s hit… just the overly simplistic sentiment in those four words. You know the ones with the same vibe as those other well-meaning, Pinterest-pretty quotes that show up while you’re doom-scrolling at 12:49am on a workday. Do you sometimes pause, maybe even smile a little… and then immediately dismiss them?Like, yeah, right. Not for me. Too many of them come off as vacant, sounding lofty, and even aggressively positive. Now, I’m generally a positive person, but too many of them feel like they don’t quite fit me or where I am right…
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Are You Really Learning from the “Last Time”?
The very last time. Because it’s been 50–11 times now, so really, really… this is the last time. I love not only thinking about growth, but also actually growing. It’s not, nor will it ever be a perfectly straight path, but in my Big Age, the path is less curvy, less wobbly, and less riddled with self-inflicted obstacles. Paid to Learn, Paid to Leave “Lessons learned” at work is one thing. There’s more clarity there. You’ll do better with the time, budget, scope creep foolishness, or switch out the drama queen who contributed to the downfall. Simple. And believe me, I know there are those projects that will absolutely test…
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What Do You Love About the Way You
LookThink?I’ve been watching my brain lately… OK, wait… wait… hear me out. I haven’t completely lost it. I know you can’t literally watch a brain like how I watched—well, serial-inhaled—season 4 of Bridgerton, but honestly, I’m paying a heck of a lot more attention to my thoughts, and the way they feed into my reactions. And I’m loving it more and more. Too often before, my brain felt like a noisy, messy roommate that I couldn’t escape while we both worked from home… at the same company… on the same project. Now, in Big Age (and with nothing perfect, obviously), my brain is more like an enemies-to-lovers rom-com. Our beef has lessened, we…
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20 Sayings That Hit Different When You’re Growing Through Life
I hear quotes, sayings, words, and all the things any —and everywhere—in books, online, passing conversations, and some just land like solid 10. Think an Olympic gymnast who stuck the mat to screams and cheers. These sayings aren’t about hyping me up or giving me a big, gloating, bobble head. They’re more like nudges. Right-on-time ah-has, reminders, prompts, and a sprinkling of reality checks that stop me from derailing (too much), overthinking, or worse, shrinking when I shouldn’t. Spring is here. Homegirl finally parked the struggle bus, but she still needs a minute to fully step out from behind the curtain, and take center stage. We’ll give her a few…
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The Labels We Carry Need to Be Disrupted For Good
Spring is springing, people! Now, minus that day-snow storm we had the other day, the one right after the back-to-back 80+ degree days, yeah that one. But old man winter is being given his eviction notice, after the audacity he had to just bum-rush his way in mid-week like that. Spring, you delicious Babe you, stand the hell up, show up, and stay up! Pretty please. And I don’t know how many times I have to say it but I’m not reinventing anything about me. Growing? Yes. Exploring, being more daring, stepping into things my former self would have thought I didn’t have the whatever to do it, yes. But…
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The Clocks Moved Forward. Now Let’s Hope the World Does Too
The clocks went forward on Sunday. Spring is coming. And the promise of spring isn’t just inching closer anymore. I’m ready, set, and going to revel in the longer days and warmer air on the horizon. Plus that itch to start planning good things again? It definitely needs a good scratch. And yet somehow, at the very same time, it feels like the world has taken 50-gabillion giant steps backwards. Tumbling into old, destructive patterns. Creating waves of chaos, fear, uncertainty, and tragic loss. With 24/7 social posts and news headlines making my head spin, my words curse, and all of us wondering how in the hell we ended up…
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A Love Letter to Snow (Kidding, I Bloody Hate It!)
“Bread, milk, and eggs” by IreneB. An ode to winter, because snow makes me unhinged. Bread, milk, and eggs The stores are packed again two days before the next snowstorm hits.Breathe.You can’t even pull in for some petrol because the car line is wrapping around the nearest Costco, Trader Joe’s, and Aldi’s for the head-scratching, comfort trio: bread, milk, and eggs.What the hell are you people making?Those viral TikTok flatbreads?If so, you forgot the cottage cheese.Or is it Greek yogurt?Or maybe both? Bread, milk, and eggs The rain a few days ago finally cleared away the last 400 feet of stank-grey snow and ice.Nice.I had just gotten used to seeing…
