Blogging Life: Worried About Long, Trying Short
When the car’s gas tank gets down to a quarter full, I begin to worry that if there is a terrorist attack, I won’t get very far in my car, so I then make haste to a gas station.
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Twitter Addiction: Advice From a Cognitive Therapist
One day, after hours of sliding my cursor from Twitter to Facebook to Stats for my blogs and back to Twitter, when I should have been writing, I emailed Dr. M, a cognitive therapist. Dr. M had previously helped me understand that worry is an addiction; it hits the same pleasure …
IT’S 3 A.M. & THERE’S AN EMAIL: TALE OF A BLOGGING LIFE
At heart, I’m as much a salesperson as a writer. In 1978, I was recognized by Merrill Lynch for ranking second in opening new accounts among their first-year stockbrokers. During my next career, back in the days of print, selling my essays was harder. Some of my articles received a dozen …
HOARDING WATER LIKE CHICKEN SOUP
While shops experience brisker business on weekends, blog traffic slows, at least mine does. So I’m posting this shortie today, hoping for weekend visitors. What I’m about to write is one of those things I wouldn’t give a second thought to, were I not examining myself all the time for …
STARTING A JOURNAL . . . OR WILL I GET TOO MANY IDEAS?
For my recent article on Home Goes Strong about Happiness at Home, I interviewed my blog crush Gretchen Rubin, whose book The Happiness Project–the same name as her blog–was a #1 New York Times best seller. Gretchen keeps a one-sentence journal, which she admits sometimes expands to 4 sentences. Says Gretchen, …
My Year of Blogging, Lessons Learned
My very first Mr. Wrong told me, “Susie, what you need is a purpose.” That was in ninth grade. George, now a retired psychiatrist, was right. The benefits of having a purpose were never more obvious than after I launched my blog. The irony of blogging about being a worrywart, …
Death By Chotchke
I’m drowning in junk, buried in boxes, suffocating with stuff. It doesn’t surprise me that all these metaphors point to an untimely end. There would be great irony in getting snuffed out by my stuff, since one of my biggest worries happens to be that I’ll drop dead and my …
AM I A VOYEUR? BEHIND THE SCENES OF MY BLOG
UNRELATED ANNOUNCEMENT: See article 7 Easy, Delicious Aphrodisiac Recipes. A variety of search terms leads Googlers to my blog, some weirder than others. My voyeuristic pleasure from reading a daily list of these terms is infused with a measure of guilt. Generally, we Google in the privacy of a bubble that …
WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT? DECISION-MAKING & ITS IRKSOME ALTER EGO, CHOICES
At times it’s a challenge to dream up worries to write about. For one thing, my busy blogging schedule helps keep my usual disaster scenarios at bay. For instance, I haven’t worried about bedbugs since yesterday. Other times I get excited about three ideas at once and can’t settle into …
WORRIED WHAT YOU’LL THINK
Everyone has been inviting me to their Ugly Sweater Parties. Everyone has been inviting me to his or her Ugly Sweater Party. Even though “everyone” sounds like a truckload of folks, the singular “his or her” is grammatically correct. (Worried, I confirmed this with the grammar police.) “Their” sounds more …
TWITTER REUNITES WORRYWART WITH OLD FRIEND
It all began with a tweet from MaMoosie, even though it originally began 50 years ago with a French kiss lesson. During one of my maladaptive, obsessive, neurotic checkings of Twitter messages, I see this retweet from one of my followers “MaMoosie” who knows I’m a writer: “’Writing is …
KEEPING BUSY, WORRY CURE OR WORRY CURSE?
Right now I’m overwhelmed. My 12-year-old Casey has been in pain for more than a week and after 2 vet visits and 2 xrays we still don’t know what is wrong, except that the pain seems to be coming from his neck. The rest are White Girl Worries. My mind can …
TIME, TARRYING AND TYPOS
I’ve always worried about time running out, and after starting my blog, I knew it was only a matter of time, so to speak, before I would write about, um, time. Once I knew I’d be yammering on these pages about this t-word, naturally I began noticing, even more than …
One Space Or Two?
When, in the middle of my growing up years, I went to typing school, they taught me to type two spaces after periods, colons and semi-colons. So that’s what I always did, until very recently, when I began writing 2 articles a week for Home Goes Strong, where my editor …
“WORRY ORGASM” REGRETS
Oh dear, I’m afraid I was terribly insensitive in my previous blog post, Worry Orgasm, which was about how worried I became when a train I was scheduled to take became delayed due to someone jumping in front of it at a previous stop. A friend, generally a supportive fan, …
DOUBLE TIPS WEEKEND & SPREAD-THE-WORD DAY
In case you don’t make it to the end, where I’ll refer to this again, see my latest post on NBC’s new Website Home Goes Strong, “My (91-year-old) Mom’s Do-It-Youself Decorating Tips.” On another note, this past weekend I visited my brother’s family in Philly, where I picked up some …
18 LIFE LESSONS FROM FRIENDS AND FAMILY
Ok, I’m trying to get this right with my blogging in 3 different places (Worrywart, Huffinton Post and Home Goes Strong). I tweet my new posts, I facebook my new posts, my dear daughters do the same, I link one post to the next and when I start a new …
HI!
I get anxious on weekends when everyone’s too busy to read my blog. So, I’m just writing to say hi and that I’ll be back early in the week when folks have returned to their offices where they have time to visit.
FINDING THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT
The splendid thing about being a worrywart with a blog is that you awaken worrying how you’ll come up with an idea for your next post, even though you know that one worry after another will pop up into your head all day long like a CNN ribbon winding itself …
Sticky: TO BLOG OR NOT TO BLOG
Sometimes I play a game in which I name an object and then try to associate a worry with it, just to see if I can stump myself. “Venetian blinds,” I say. “Peeping Tom!” I answer without having inhaled. “Tomatoes,” I try. “Salmonella poisoning!” Another way to play is to …