Each time someone asks me for a great book to read, I start poring through my memory files to pick the book best for them. This is a list of 15 books I’ve rated with 5 stars and can confidently and enthusiastically recommend.
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Each time someone asks me for a great book to read, I start poring through my memory files to pick the book best for them. This is a list of 15 books I’ve rated with 5 stars and can confidently and enthusiastically recommend.
This guide is for the person who is preparing to be the #1 onsite support crew for an athlete doing a full-distance IRONMAN triathlon.
Since 2016, I’ve made it my mission to visit somewhere sunny and warm in February. This year: Los Angeles!
What does it look like to be intrepid during a global pandemic, when doors are closed, activities are restricted, and events are canceled? COVID absolutely has thrown a wrench in all our plans. I’m not discounting that. But I refuse to let this year go down in my record book as one I don’t want to remember. I refuse to let this year be only remembered for this one thing. I’m taking it as a personal challenge to be more creative. This is the time to be intrepid, my friend.
For a month now, I’ve been quietly but persistently badgering myself to finish writing the first of a series of posts about my trip to South Africa. That voice is annoying. And she doesn’t like to back down.
Two Februarys in Florida taught me how important it is for my spirit that I get away during the dreariest of months. I struggled to decide where I’d want to go in 2019. Finally, I found the right destination, and two weeks venturing to South Africa with a group of young professionals ticked all the right boxes.
I roll my eyes a bit in early January when the two sides of the To Resolve or Not To Resolve camp duke it out in the battle for our new year mindset.
I personally choose to use the time to set goals for myself. The time of year may be arbitrary, yes, but we do use a calendar, so why not use it? I like to look back over the year, take time to remember some of the things I did or experienced, and acknowledge the path I took to get to December 31.
52 challenges. 52 chances to stray from my norm and shake up my life. Over the last year, choosing the courageous option, one week at a time, has transformed how I view myself and my life.
For nine years, I rented a small house from my parents. As responsible and flexible landlords, they gave me pretty free rein to make the house my own. They long encouraged me to buy the house from them, citing the tax and financial benefits I’d gain long-term as a homeowner. Then, this past spring, my tax return gave me a final kick from behind: some tax deductions really wouldn’t be a bad idea for next year.
My four-legged copilot has an intrepid scoring category all of her own, and yet it had been more than six months since I took Mylee along on an adventure. This spring, the perfect opportunity came along: the Mutt Strut.
Dance—in a pretty non-traditional sense—has been a pretty big part of my life from the time I was 10 years old. Clogging, ballroom, salsa, and Lindy Hop have all been in my repertoire at some point, but not in the last several years. I missed it, though. When I discovered a local group teaching Rueda de Casino—a casual, street-style salsa danced in Cuba—I was intrigued. In this style, the dancers switch to a new partner every 10 seconds or so when the caller calls out your next move seven or eight beats ahead of time.
A few times during an active legislative session, the representatives for my county gather for “Legislative Breakfasts”—open meetings with the public. I made my first appearance with the encouragement of this project.
As I drove closer on that dark and cold morning, I pictured the scene in my head: I'd walk into a room with perhaps a dozen or so fellow citizens, and the organizers would greet me warmly because they would be so glad to see a new attendee. You can imagine my (pleased!) shock when I approached the venue and saw a parking lot overflowing with 200 or more cars.
I've wanted to try throwing pottery at a wheel for as long as I can remember (well before I ever saw Ghost). This experience specifically was one I had in mind at the very beginning of this year-long challenge: I’ve wanted to try it, so why have I put this off?
I recently discovered a local café that I was shocked had been hiding from me for nearly a year: HoiTea ToiTea. A tea-focused café that offers classes. Heaven! I signed up for the first class available: The Art & Science of Blending Your Own Tea, a two-hour education and hands-on experience.
After a week of jumping from one scenic and interesting town to another on New Zealand’s North Island—continually feeling like, “Wait! I want more time here!”—I was especially excited to have just one Airbnb rental in Nelson on the South Island for the next six nights.