Tag: work-life balance

A Mom Memory

A Mom Memory

Here it is the end of May, and I’m again scrambling to get a post up. So I went back in time to see what I was up to 10 years ago. That’s when the kids were 3 and 4 years old, and I was 

I Was a Mean, Nasty Person… On Call

I Was a Mean, Nasty Person… On Call

It’s been a crazy time, people, absolutely crazy, and I’ll have to tell you all about it NEXT month. Just now I was digging back in my blog archives for something interesting I can upcycle so that March 2024 doesn’t go by without a post. 

I don’t really want to ever leave the house, but…

I don’t really want to ever leave the house, but…

I’ve been semi-reclusive ever since COVID hit, even more so since I quit clinical medicine. And surprisingly to me, I’ve enjoyed it. It’s just so much more…relaxing…to not have to deal with people. By people, I mean everyone outside of my immediate, first-degree family. And 

When Work and Home Collide: Industry Edition

When Work and Home Collide: Industry Edition

My workdays have been spilling over into my evenings and weekends, folks. There– I said it. I haven’t wanted to admit that I’ve been, well, busy. It started with a couple of large and complex communications projects in late winter, at the same time that 

Extraordinary Ordinary Days

Extraordinary Ordinary Days

Yesterday we awoke to a plain old March Saturday, sunny but cool, rain expected overnight. The newspaper featured all the same depressing news and then some. There were no holidays or travel to prepare for, nor workday overflow to catch up on. We had no 

Moving on

Moving on

My post on leaving academic clinical medicine was picked up by MedPageToday’s popular KevinMD blog and published on Christmas Day, where it’s been shared almost 1000 times. The main idea of the piece is: “…this is not burnout. It’s self-respect,” and it’s received almost 500 

Walk the Walk

Walk the Walk

Sorry to open this post with a view of my dog’s butt, but this is my visual multiple times a day, since I’ve been mostly working from home. (Good thing it’s a cute fuzzy butt.) Now more than at any other time in my life, 

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to be good.

I’ve long considered having these classic, profound opening words of Mary Oliver’s most famous poem tattooed on my body somewhere. Since I quit clinical medicine a month ago, I’m at that stage where I’m researching tattoo parlors. It was just this morning, a late October 

Vacation Re-set

Vacation Re-set

Just a brief post about vacation, a word that can mean many things to different people. For me, vacation is a break in the routine that allows for a re-set. And this vacation in particular has been a fantastic re-set. Right now, we are up 

March On

March On

It’s been a month. Meaning thirty days since my last post, and also, a particularly intense stretch of time. It’s all work-related, but I’m not going to go into details. Our nine-year-old daughter summed it up recently when she announced: “Mom, I really hate your