Soakin' Up San Francisco

Some might say I was confined to the insides of my apartment building by the rainy weather. I could have remained, chilly and discouraged, in the warmth of my bed throughout. A recent letdown that had me teetering on the edge of heartbreak put me at risk of experience a bout of resignation; finally, the come-down after holiday season and my slew of visitors to San Francisco made this three-day weekend one with high-potential for loneliness.  I didn’t let that stop me.  Despite the testy weather and plenty of temptation to remain horizontal, I leveraged this third-weekend-day that was today as a vessel to carry out several of my New Years intentions. Several acts were intentional; a few were not. I’ll admit that the extra time permitted me to sleep in, drink too much coffee, and even procrastinate in addition to getting so much done; I can’t deny that the Monday holiday helped make it possible. But for all those who know of my obsessive campaign toward #maximizingmond...

My annual tradition of reflecting and, then, developing classic “New Year’s Resolutions” happened differently this year. Not only is 2016 set out to be my most epic year yet when it comes to physical accomplishments and personal records; I also began a new role at work, embarked on a robust fundraising effort, am quite possibly (and regrettably) on the brink of falling in love… and, not to mention, am steadily arriving at the dawn of my late twenties.   There were three new trains of thought that both 1. sped on through my former, naive philosophy of setting goals and simply writing them down and 2. changed my approach entirely from writing down “resolutions” to crafting specific intentions that connect to my most authentic self and will provide pathways to my best year to date. Allow me to tell you about them: The word “resolution” (rezəˈlo͞oSH(ə)n/) stems from the root “resolve,” which typically refers to the solution for a problem. I do not require a “solution to, answe...