Cool Volunteer Opportunities
I’ve been looking around for a meaningful volunteering opportunity. I loved how some of these sounded but for one reason or another they won’t work for me. Sharing in case you happen to appreciate this sort of thing:
I’ve been looking around for a meaningful volunteering opportunity. I loved how some of these sounded but for one reason or another they won’t work for me. Sharing in case you happen to appreciate this sort of thing:
My therapist shared an article with me about helpful grief supports and as it turns out, the most helpful support people found was in their pet.
Apparently, April is National Card and Letter Writing Month, who knew? This was established by the United States Postal Service in 2001 for ulterior motives 😉 .
I came across the following quote from E. L. Doctorow twice recently, once in the book Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott and once in a blog post by Gretchen Rubin:
A few years ago I wrote about birthday traditions I shared with friends, but this topic needs another look, as those traditions have since faded. Last year I had a first date on my birthday (lol)
The other night I sat myself down and calculated my net worth. Ripped off the band-aid! This led me to do some reflection on how I use money and what my values around money are. Money is a tool and everyone uses it differently for the things that are important to them.
I’m taking a visual journaling course, and two lines from the book recently gave me goosebumps:
Moving into a roommate set-up with friends who have lived together for years is very different than setting up an apartment from scratch. The latter is a lot of work, let me tell you. I’m still in the process; it’s an ongoing task. I have to remember things like, oh I need a pair of scissors, and a box of …
So from the doorway, I knew I’d take the apartment. And that is what I did. I signed the lease and paid my first month’s rent and security deposit a few days later. And it was all mine on February 1.
I started looking for an apartment about two years ago, when I had to make a decision about whether or not to sign our shared lease for a third year. I ultimately decided against signing, and moved back to my parents’ house. I kept looking for an apartment, and for a while thought that maybe I’d look into buying. At …