Embarrassment. I overheard a few of my co-workers in the bathroom today talking about a new dance class they might attend that the New York Ballet is teaching. As I was washing my hands, I said, “Wow! That sounds amazing! Where is the class being taught?” Lyn, the HR lady, looked at me in confusion and replied, “Um, at our gym.” *Horrors!* As in, the one we both belong to. As in, the one I haven’t been to in weeks. So not only do I have my own personal guilt to contend with, but now Lyn knows I’m a big lazy slacker as well.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.