When I was a teenager, my friends and I broke a few “No Loitering” rules (and got in trouble for it). But as an adult, I need to remind myself that it’s perfectly fine to sit for the sake of sitting — and to do nothing for the sake of doing nothing.
I’m working to tame the messy jumble of muck in my head that spits out phrases like “messy jumble of muck” because, frankly, muck isn’t something that jumbles, is it?
Did his insurance company not get the memo that his heart disease was discovered via autopsy?
My worst nightmare, basically, has come true. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just blankly blurt it out as if it doesn’t twist my insides into a million knots.
I so admire the KTLA news anchors who let cooler heads prevail during last week’s St. Patrick’s Day earthquake in Los Angeles.
“…despite having done well at your job, you feel like you’re a fraud and it’s only a matter of time before everyone finds out that you’re just an ‘impostor’ and the house of cards collapses.”
I felt like an impostor — like they’d chosen the wrong person to teach. Surely I wasn’t smart enough or qualified enough for this. I should be sitting at a desk, not standing behind the podium.
Panic drives us to do some strange things. It drives us to find a way to escape — to flee from — the uncomfortable physical and mental sensations.
Can confident “power postures” convince your mind that you’re in charge and in control? According to Harvard researcher Amy Cuddy, they can — in an easily measurable way.
“Is this a panic attack?” you ask yourself. You know that a racing heart and a woozy head usually signify an intense head-on collision with panic is just around the corner — or is something else amiss?