Category: Midlife Gap Year
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Eight Weeks and Counting
Of all the beings I’ve met so far since my move to Puerto Rico, I’ve only met one creature that has so much in common with me. For example, Diego and I live in the same adorable neighborhood, neither of us are remotely fluent in Puerto Rican Spanish, we are the only two people in…
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Cat Spaghetti Bachata Yoga
AKA You Won’t Get Out Alive So You’d Better Make It Interesting It’s been a minute. I went to Puerto Rico to visit for a week and I found so many beautiful and interesting places. I found Caribbean weather and bright turquoise ocean again. I lost all sense of taste, smell, and, I lost my…
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The Tiny Ho Has Landed…Again?
*** August 14, 2023 “Has the tiny ho landed yet?” Yes, Nick, the tiny ho has landed. *** If you didn’t read the very first post on this blog, you won’t understand that short and ridiculous conversation, but basically it was one of my sassy friends messaging me last August the day I moved to…
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Dear Ralph Lauren aka PixieHood of the Traveling Pants
(I don’t know, it’s a play on Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) Don’t worry, this post isn’t just for Ralph, you can read it too. The high level topic seems rather inconsequential – first-world, if you will – but let me explain. It’s deeper than you think. While this is an ode to a pair…
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Grow, Baby, Grow
Because of a conversation with a dear friend living in Costa Rica, I had an epiphany this evening. She’s from London, England, but said that she feels very connected to Costa Rica and loves living there, as did I. She also said that it feels as though she’s lived many different lifetimes while there. I…
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Glow, Baby, Glow
aka The Path to the Yellow Brick Road Don’t worry, pixie is still in paradise. The proverbial “paradise” was never necessarily just a place, though that affects my soul deeply as it probably does many people. Some people aren’t as sensitive to their environment; others, like me, are. We are very acutely affected by our…
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Shellfish/Selfish Sacrifice
(Disclaimer: this post involves description of animal preparation for meat purposes, not ritual. Read with caution). On Saturday a dear friend took me to one of those big box stores (rhymes with “LostCo”) with grocery items in large quantities. I was very hesitant to embark on that field trip because of the sheer size of…
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Things & Stuff
I love to find patterns in everything – except my clothing. Patterns in human and animal behavior keep me safe, patterns at work keep me employed with less room for insanity to creep in. Though I’m not bad during an unannounced fire drill (aka dying patient) which is why I was good working in emergency…
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Listless
I have a close friend who feels the need to send a group text to me and our third “Musketeer,” informing us of everything she’s doing on certain days. She doesn’t do this every day, but regularly feels the need to share. These aren’t grocery lists or task lists. Rather, it’s a summary of everything…
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I Did Not Handle It Well
AKA From Jungle Barbie to Corporate Barbie I did not handle it well, in my opinion. My first day back at a desk in corporate America was rough and the sad part is, that was just a half day of onboarding – waterboarding. I’m being dramatic, of course. But here’s the thing: I crawled out…
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The Sail, Not the Anchor
I’ve had writer’s block for almost a week. Granted, I’ve been busy. Busy, where I’ve needed extra brain power, so that could explain the absence of creativity. I’m needing to hold down a corporate job again, as many people do, to keep their cats in the lifestyle to which they are accustomed. I just walked…
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Angels in the Outfield
I guess if you want to call me a writer, then there were a couple of others in my family as well. My dad – the water witch – who does have a way with words, but has not cultivated that art, had a father and a sister who did. My grandpa and Aunt Edie…
Pixie in Paradise 