I’m sitting waiting for the other half of this morning’s work meeting to show up given Boston’s snow & traffic, and thinking random thoughts like:
It used to snow this much when I was a kid, so the fact that global warming has now brought it bag should be no big deal. Except I didn’t have to shovel it then.
The urban v. suburban cultural differences at work aren’t just race but class and gender-based, and the intersections in trying to build a company culture is…interesting and treacherous.
Adulthood is about not just accepting but embracing the fact that you will “disappoint” your parents’ ambitions for you, and that it’s their problem, not yours. Which doesn’t mean you can’t try to break that news to them gently, but you don’t have to coddle them either. There was a more long- winded version of this post in my head at some point, but this is the sum of it now.
I’ve been reading my beloved SciFi novels in between business reads. Station Eleven is not typical SciFi, and it’s a great standalone read even if you don’t think you like post-apocalyptic reads, because it’s really about people. Good stuff.