Along with the thrill of moving into a larger home, are the negative thoughts it triggers. Feelings that I don't deserve to live in a large space, and then ironically, feelings of jealousy over other homes which are far bigger. My brain ping pongs between these two unsavory mental states. This past weekend I went … Continue reading Who Are You—On the Inside?
I was recently relaying to my husband how I don't always like taking my phone with me when I go outside since having my phone nearby takes me out of the present moment. He agreed but also pointed out that if I removed some of the apps on my phone, then I wouldn't see my … Continue reading Playing it Smart with My Smartphone
JThis morning, I was stressing out about my upcoming evening of two back-to-back nutrition sessions in my private practice. It is my first time having back-to-back sessions in private practice—not to mention, I can still count on one hand the total clients I have in my budding private practice (Where it goes, only G-d knows! … Continue reading TBT: Confidence Boost Busts Stress
Recently I've met two people who cannot remember a person's face after they meet them—one of them said she had full-blown prosopagnosia. This led me to two thoughts: 1-What a blessing it is to recognize people's faces. I usually take this for granted, but speaking with these people reminds me not to. 2-My life would … Continue reading The Impact of Facial Recognition on My Self-Image
Last week my husband started an online course in coding. As I listened in to the introductory portion of his class, I was so intimated by all the other participants—finance, researchers, startup founders—comparing myself (and, by extension, my loved ones) to others has always been a weakness of mine, and I'm still working on it! … Continue reading Social Comparison and Childhood Ping Pong Tournaments
Recently I went to a talk with my one-year-old daughter. We stood in the back where she could walk around and explore her surroundings. We are far past the stage where she will quietly sit on my lap. At one point, my daughter jubilantly greeted a woman sitting in the far back part of the … Continue reading Innocent Childhood Glee