RAYS OF SUNSHINE.

It has been about a month since I started at Everbridge. After some initial growing pains and family adjustments, I feel as though I have the semblance of a routine down. 6:30 wake up 7:30 get in shower 8:15 leave for the office 8:20 ish reach the office, get a coffee, get set up 8:45 start the work day 5ish/6ish leave work go for a walk / meet up with friends / errands eat dinner watch or read something sleep from my instagram: a fox hill flower caught when I was running.  The day gradually loses it's rigid scheduling post-work, but I think that is healthy and necessary for me. The mornings are MY TIME, I have learned. No one else is awake. I love the sound of my feet hitting pavement. No dogs are awake to bark at me. I can belt my tunes out @ Fox Hill and have nary a witness. I love finding a new playlist, and just ambling on by, my feet figuring out the route of the day. Chasing the sun, but in a pleasurable way that lacks urgency and more infused with the effer

For most people, New Year's is the time to a self check-in and evaluate the they're on and adjust course and make plans for the year ahead. Personally, I do New Year's resolutions, but I can NEVER hold myself to them too attentively, telling myself that I am "allowing room for life to just happen." So, a good mid-year inventory is on my birthday: 7/20. walden sometime last fall.  The day I was born was the day that Apollo 11 landed on the moon and Neil Armstrong spoke those words forever changing the reach of humanity: " One small step for (a) man one giant leap for mankind." Naturally, this became my own personal benchmark for lifetime achievement. For better or worse, in the deepest reaches of my soul-- I ache to be remembered as an agent of change and a force for good...And to potentially equal the moon landing with my contributions to mankind. Tall order, but I am just competitive that way! So without further ado, 5 things I learned in the

One of my best friends, Naureen, came to visit Boston from Miami over Valentine’s weekend. Every time I host someone, I realize the reasons why I moved back east, why these cold and dreary places still feel cozy enough for me to commit my life to. Also, I realize why I need to keep on keepin’ on even though life is an uphill climb in negative degree cold with the wind slamming in your face all day long. A great galentine’s weekend is comprised of: long late-night catchup sessions coupled with the restful sleep that only comes after giggling and feeling fully understood aimless drives where the conversation totally causes you to lose track of where your destination is, reminding you life is the journey--in the doing, not the endpoint.  NOMTASTIC indian dinner & a movie (“How to Be Single”)  impromptu Sunday brunch with new & serendipitous friends  LA Burdick hot cocoa, smooth, rich, and satisfying right before heading to the airport  I haven’t had a girl’s weeken

In 2016, I am trying to be less like Dickens, more like Hemingway.  Let's see how long it lasts!  2015 in 12 WORDS:  JANUARY: encumbered  FEBRUARY: unsteady MARCH: CHOKEHOLD APRIL: shufflin' MAY: resolute JUNE: reflectioneering JULY: hope  AUGUST: tenacity  SEPTEMBER: LIT OCTOBER: AMAT (she loves)  NOVEMBER: B U R N E D.  DECEMBER: figure-8 LAST YEAR  , the theme of my resolutions was "dreams-into-plans" & I am happy to report that I lived up to them. This upcoming year, is all about EXECUTION because that is what separates the wheat from the chaff in entrepreneurship and in life. It's all well & good to say things, it's what you do that matters. Actions always speak louder. That's why it's taken me until the last week of January to write my resolutions out on this blog: I've been too busy LIVING! & I don't feel the need to apologize like I have in times passed. A lot went down in

Last week, France finally hit the crescendo from the religious right toward the liberal left in the form of the attacks on Charlie Hebdo, a satirical newspaper who have published provoking comics, attacking every group and way of life as a way to poke fun at humanity. However, it can be said that you can mean what you say, and say what you mean, but you can never control how someone feels about it. And this was just the last straw for those "extremists" living in France.  The French government places so many restrictions on faith practices that differ from the French or Gallic way of life. Christianity is allowed to be openly expressed in the form of Christmas markets and festivals, while hijabi women are condemned for wearing their faith expression through fashion.  The meanings of faith expressions belong to those expressing, not the government. If you ask a hijabi woman if she feels she has freedom in relation to what she's wearing, she oftentimes does. The c

To be or not to be? To create or to destroy? To understand or to dismiss? These are the questions that I think of when I think of artistic freedom and cultural competency. The events worldwide this past week say much about how sophisticated world politics has become as well as the snowball effect of technology and media on human behavior. I am talking about the Parisian killings at "Charlie Hebdo" last Wednesday, January 7th, and the struggle between freedom of expression and maintaining human decency. Here is Vox Media's in-depth coverage of the whole situation on a timeline:  http://www.vox.com/2015/1/7/7507849/charlie-hebdo-attack-terrorists-paris-shooting  From @BBCNews When we were kids, we were taught simple life lessons like "Say what you mean, and mean what you say because the people who mind don't matter, and the people who matter don't mind," and "If you have nothing nice to say, it's best to say nothing at all." This