I update The Webb on far too few Tuesdays with a little ditty about my most recent #blogcrush – a blog that I follow frequently and find inspiration, laughter and deep thoughts from. You know who they are, those bloggers that you’ve never even met but you feel a strange connection…you almost have a little crush on them? These are most definitely folks on my blog roll, and if you are reading and subscribing to The Webb they should be on yours, too.

I learned about this week’s #blogcrush when I …

Remember that time I quit my job to become a full-time freelance writer?
I do, cause it was just last week.
I even made sure to wear an outfit I’d remember (dress from SF shopping adventure, killer black heels and a turquoise and silver necklace from my former boss/close friend/mentor extraordinaire who totally taught me about believing in myself.)  I wanted the day to be special because it’s something I’ve been planning in my head for about 18 months.
That’s right, I’m not a jumper or a leaper.  Not someone who can in …

There are people that let things happen and there are people that make things happen.
I’ve spent most of my life being the prior.  Which has always been a difficult existence because most people assumed I was the latter.  In reality I’ve been an EXTREMELY lucky person.  That was likable enough that people went out of their way to help me.
And the Universe has been kind and caught me time and time again when I made foolish leaps without any thought or planning.  Even without the enticement of Tootsie Rolls (which …

You can’t throw a virtual stone online without finding a Young Professional blog about location independence or quitting your job tomorrow or traveling the world or “following your passion.”
I’d like to go on record saying there is NOTHING wrong with having these dreams and aspirations (ok…maybe the passion one…cause seriously passion is possibly the most over-rated word on young professional blogs…how about execution and conviction and action folks?!)  There is, however, something SERIOUSLY wrong with constantly measuring yourself against the yardstick that is all the cool stuff other people are …

I learned from a year of continuously practicing and performing that there are 525,600 minutes in one year of life (I spent approximately 300,000 of those minutes with the song stuck in my head during my senior year.)
It certainly sounds like a lot of time.  There are three digits on EACH side of the comma!  Even if you get 8 hours of sleep a night that only takes 175,200 minutes out.
So now we’re down to 350,400 (see, that’s still three digits on each side of the comma.)
Now let’s assume that …

For the past couple weeks it’s been happening.
I’ve been logging on with the best of intentions.  Intentions of updating my stuff with witty banter and deep insights.  Intentions of being useful and putting together some really good content for people to read.  Intentions of at least hitting “publish” as that little blinking blog cursor taunts me with it’s flashing.
Sure, I’ve had the random case of writer’s block that snuck up on me out of no where and reared it’s ugly head at some very inopportune moments.  Like that annoying ex …

I was at a housewarming party last weekend, perturbed about a number of thoughts running rampantly through my brain.  But having lots of fun with friends celebrating a new house/start/graduation for two of my good friends.  So when my brilliant plan of messing with someone (heck, that’s how my friends and I roll) was destroyed by a silly error on my part, I may have *slightly* lashed out.
I believe my exact phrase to the poor offending party was “You have no idea the fury you have unleashed! I can seriously …