The concept of “Bad Math,” is something I talk about often – this idea that we consistently frame scenarios and relational dynamics in a way that isn’t actually as logical as it feels. He gets a raise = I
Bad Math from the Beginning
As I was Ranting
I was ranting to Sal about a situation that was frustrating me. I’ll admit this whole situation had quickly become something way bigger than it actually was, and it was taking up way too much mental real estate, but I
I’m sorry that happened to you – it shouldn’t have.
There was an experiment conducted within a medical practice. It was simple. A patient would come in for evaluation for a physical ailment. They would get a survey and on this survey they would be asked a series of questions,
So and So
You know So and So? That person you think of when you think of that trait or scenario? Like, “So and so is really good at that thing.” or “So and so really tanked that opportunity.” or “I wish
Labor Pains Part 2
So I didn’t actually “labor.” I had two c-sections with my kids, but I did experience the discomfort of pregnancy in several ways. And I find myself uncomfortable again…let me explain… First, if you thought this was my way
Struggle Forward
I have shared before about my passion for working out. No. No I have not. I still can’t stand it. I still have to force myself to get up and do something that looks semi-healthy. Within my disdain for
To Cover or Not to Cover
I’ve started reading through the Bible, which makes it sound like I either rarely do or never have, but reading from cover to cover has actually not been my favorite way to read scripture. I’ve pushed through a couple of