Tag: authenticity

  • The New Fear: Beware of FOPO

    The New Fear: Beware of FOPO

    There’s a new kind of fear rearing its head these days. Actually, that’s not completely true. The fear has been around for…well, forever. But the acronym that describes it is new. Actually, that might not even be completely true. But I just recently learned about it, so it’s new to me.  And it’s really important.…

  • The Messy, Imperfect Blog Post

    The Messy, Imperfect Blog Post

    Well, this stinks. With just a few days left in Paris and a blog post coming due, I desperately want to write something inspired…something that beautifully sums up my time in the City of Lights and the lessons that have come along the way. There have been a lot of them, believe me. Not only…

  • The Right Thing To Ask When Something Feels Wrong

    The Right Thing To Ask When Something Feels Wrong

    Today’s post begins with a tale regarding a beloved topic: food. Before arriving in Paris there was lots of dreamy anticipation about the pending French cuisine. Those decadent, creamy sauces…those exquisite pastries…that bread… Okay yes, the bread is pretty incredible. But now that I’m here I can say that the rest of it…well…I’m just not…

  • How to Handle the Other B.S.

    How to Handle the Other B.S.

    Well, my current city of Paris and my beloved, Italian mother just collided. I invited her to visit after experiencing some of the best things Paris has to offer. While Mama was excited about exploring both the culinary and non-culinary wonders of the City of Lights, her enthusiasm was accompanied by another emotional phenomenon: the…

  • How to Fit In…Without Being Put Out

    How to Fit In…Without Being Put Out

    With a month of living in Paris now behind me, I can definitively say that this city has got a few things figured out. They know good art, they know good pastry, they know good coffee. It’s made fitting in not just fairly easy, but also a pretty great learning experience. I mean, who would…

  • How to Deal With People Who Irritate You

    There’s a guy at my gym who gets on my nerves. We’ll call him Keith. Keith isn’t a bad guy. He hasn’t hurt me or wronged me in any way. For reasons I’ll get to in a second, I just don’t really like him all that much. And I see him every single day. Every…