Being Born on April Fool’s Day
Being an April Fool’s Day baby has always felt like the joke is on me. Growing up, I hated the fact it landed on the day.
Being an April Fool’s Day baby has always felt like the joke is on me. Growing up, I hated the fact it landed on the day.
If you’ve followed my journey for some time, you’ll know my career is split into two distinct spheres – Style Charade and my full-time job in communications and marketing. In truth, I keep the two very separate unless absolutely necessary. Today is one of those rare intersections because I’m extremely excited to share some happy news with you: I’ve been promoted to Chief Strategy Officer at my company.
One of Bob’s recent phrases keeps echoing in my head – “Grief has no rules.” A simple statement, but something that resonates at my very core. Sadly, grief is no stranger to me – an old friend rearing its poisonous head with venomous tentacles seeping into my system like an uninvited ghost.
Lately, life has felt cluttered with lists – to-do lists, bucket lists, client lists, goals lists, packing lists, grocery lists, shopping lists… even this “list” is an actual list. It’s never ending. Case in point – have you read our lake house criteria list? LISTS ARE EVERYWHERE. I’m starting to feel suffocated by them.