The first thing you should know is that Halloween is my favorite. I haven’t had a store-bought costume since age 6. And while my efforts have ranged from Miss Piggy to the Queen of Spades to Darth Maul [...]]]> Granted, this is a little belated but I posted it on our company blog at the appropriate time.

A girl cannot pass up a good sale. There, I said it. Scavengers by nature, we’re constantly and unavoidably drawn to getting something at a discount. Things we don’t need. Things we don’t even want. Things that don’t quite fit, or look quite right, but God help me it’s half-price [...]]]> A theorem. Theory. What have you.

A girl cannot pass up a good sale. There, I said it. Scavengers by nature, we’re constantly and unavoidably drawn to getting something at a discount. Things we don’t need. Things we don’t even want. Things that don’t quite fit, or look quite right, but God help me it’s half-price and maybe one day in the next 5 years I’ll need a faux leopard-print capelet. Be honest ladies, how many unworn items have you shoved into your Goodwill trash bag along with your bitter remorse for buying something just because it was on sale?

Not to say it’s a bad thing, and certainly we often brag about the steals we’ve made by spending an hour digging through the clearance rack. Some classy French dame may disagree, “Zis Luuuis Vwuitton bag cost me an entiyer month’s salareee and trois bottles of champagne.” “Well,” your savvy American gal will reply, “I found this bag in the 75% off bin AND I had a $10 coupon on top of my 15% store discount. They actually paid me $0.35 for this. And then gave me an award for Most Awesome at Life.”

But I’ve recently noticed that this mentality creeps into other aspects of life, and that, my lady friends, is where it will get you into trouble. One such lady friend recently told me how touched she was when a friend she had casually seen last year confessed that he was willing to change his partying man-tramp ways and only wanted to be with her. She was so touched she started to consider… although she didn’t really have feelings for him and knew it was unfair to lead him on… well he was right there. He certainly wasn’t THE one, he was a little young for her and didn’t quite match her lifestyle or her shoes… but he was available. Standing in the rain (ok, I don’t think it was really raining), offering commitment and promising companionship. Maybe he would grow on her. Maybe she could make him fit, run him through the wash a few times to stretch out, or just remember to suck it in and stand up really straight everytime she had him around. He was saying the things she’d hoped to hear from another, less available man, and it’s just so tempting to snatch something up when it’s the right price.

A girl simply cannot pass up a sale.

But here’s the thing: no one ever gets pure delight from an item just because it was on sale. The purchases you really love, that make you feel like a million-dollar-Nobel-prize-winning-supermodel — you would pay anything for. The way you feel in it is worth full-price. Maybe more.

I have this red trench coat I bought online at Nordstrom’s. I was looking for a different kind of coat, but I saw this and knew that it must be mine. It’s quite a statement, with a really interesting cut and bold color, and I wasn’t even sure if I could pull it off. It was wayyyy more than I needed to spend, but I put it right into my virtual cart and virtually high-fived the virtual cashier. When it arrived, I put it on and felt like a total spy. I have to wear at least 3-inch heals when it rains now so I can stomp my way through puddles and all the small people in my life while wearing my very favorite trench coat.

The point is that it’s worth it. Don’t jump at something just because it’s there and it kind of seems like it might be useful. Your happiness is worth the wait. You deserve top-shelf, exclusive, first-class, premium plus, grade-A, red rope, haute couture, private limo, best-table-in-the-house, orchestra seating, don’t you think?

I’ll give you an example. Two years ago, when I was fresh out of college and fresh out of job prospects, I was asked to come back for a second interview at a “marketing” company up in Indy. [...]]]> Have you ever gotten good news that really just made you feel worse than before you heard it?

I’ll give you an example. Two years ago, when I was fresh out of college and fresh out of job prospects, I was asked to come back for a second interview at a “marketing” company up in Indy. I was super excited — this was the farthest I’d gotten on the hiring process all summer. I drove up in my snappy little suit, and found out I’d be shadowing one of the marketing reps for a full 8-hour day. I proceeded to go on about 15 cold calls to businesses in the outlying Indianapolis areas trying to sell them credit card processing services. At about noon, I thought, “Ok, ok. I could do this. If I really had to, I could do this. Plus there’ll be training for a few weeks, then a shadowing period, so it’s not like I’ll just be thrown into it.” But at the first stop after lunch, I realized, “Hell no. Hell. NOOOOOOOO. I have to get the fuck outta here, this is the worst thing for me ever. There is no way I could do this even for one day. No matter how desperate.”

So we got back to the office, and after a short discussion between the supervisor and the girl I was following all day, they called me in. And offered me the job. On the spot. My stomach fell to my toes, and I squeaked out that I’d need some time. I smiled, shook their hands, got in my car, and started crying hysterically. I pulled over to a McDonald’s to call my bff. Here was a job, a real-life money-making job, here in my hands. This was the farthest I’d gotten after months of rejection. What if there was nothing but this available to me? But how on earth could I force myself to go back there. It was good news that destroyed my fragile emotions. It was confusing…

I eventually calmed down, got in my car, and on the drive home realized what I’d known all along: this was not the job for me. It was just something that could be done by someone with my capabilities. But it wasn’t mine. Mine would come, eventually, and if I had to wait a little longer for it, then so be it. It would be just that much sweeter when I found it.

I recently got some news that — while good and overdue — made me really depressed. I liken it to finding out you’re really good at something you don’t want to be really good at. Like, strangling kittens. I mean, sure, it’s nice to know that you have a certain skill-set, but it doesn’t mean I want to be strangling kittens for the rest of my life.

If a decision is really tearing you up inside, if it makes you nauseous to think about acting on that “good news”, well, you know the answer then, don’t you?

I came [...]]]> I drove to work on Thursday through the very beginning of a thunderstorm. The sky was that dark green that portends tornadoes, it was sprinkling in a menacing way, and in my peripheral vision I could see bright flashes reflected in the clouds. I looked for something to appreciate on such a dreary day…

I came to a stop and looked up: the most fantastic streaks of lightning were passing between clouds in a mesmerizing pattern. How could something so powerful and deadly look so delicate? It made my breath catch. Seeing a definable bolt of lightning is so rare I felt privileged to witness it. Time seemed to pause for a split second as I watched the bright lines linger in the sky for longer than seemed possible. Like so many of the rarest and most beautiful moments in life, an event you expected to flash by all too quickly is suspended for just a heartbeat longer and imprinted indelibly in your memory.

I used to see God in every sunrise. As my faith faltered and my cynicism grew, my sight edged lower and lower until I only saw the ground directly in front of me. And it was wet. And covered in mud. And it would probably freeze later anyway, and I’d probably fall on my big fat butt in front of a crowd of cute, guitar-playing Frenchmen. I remember a day as a junior in college when I looked up on my way to class, and noticed not only how downward-focused I was, but everything I’d been missing. The beautiful colors of the autumn leaves. The way the sun found a hole through the clouds. A squirrel using his tail as an umbrella. Now I see the sunrise again, and although everyone else in Eastern Standard Time can look at the exact same thing, I feel like I’m the only person to see it.

Pay attention. There’s beauty all around you; there’s something to lift your spirit. Look up.

1) First I heard it from Dog Whisperer Ceasar Milan… suuure, I just change my energy by thinking calmly and assertively and dogs will behave and follow me around and clean up their own poop. I mean, how can you trust such [...]]]> This whole concept of “energy” seems to have been following me around for awhile.

1) First I heard it from Dog Whisperer Ceasar Milan… suuure, I just change my energy by thinking calmly and assertively and dogs will behave and follow me around and clean up their own poop. I mean, how can you trust such a well-manicured man? I believe that he uses his unnaturally white teeth to hypnotize people and their dogs.

2) Then I came across Jill Bolte-Taylor’s incredible Ted speech. Jill is a neuroscientist who suffered a stroke in her early thirties, and she tells the amazing story of experiencing her body and mind shut down from the inside during her stroke. After the stroke, she could no longer understand speech, but she could understand energy. Positive energy in those around her helped her heal; negative energy drained her. At our most basic level – once you strip away your internal dialogue, language, memory of your life story – you are simply an animal who responds to the energy around you.

3) Finally, the physician father of one of my coworkers (and good friend) came to our office to speak about managing stress through Heart Math.  He talked about the physical and chemical reactions your body has to stress, and how shifting your energy into a positive area will improve your health and lead to a virtuous cycle – the more positive you are, the more your body makes the chemicals that make you feel happy, etc.

I remember that in high school I was disgusted by and admittedly jealous of those people who seemed eternally, unapologetically happy all the time. The cheerleaders of life, they walked the halls with a bright smile on their face and were easily excited by the smallest of good fortune. I wondered what would happen if I smiled more, even when I didn’t feel like it. What would happen if I celebrated small victories with more than my natural sarcastic and oh-so-hip indifference?

So I tried it. I walked around with a smile on my face. I giggled with joy when a boy looked at me in the hall. I did a dance in my head at every Aced test (and don’t fool yourself, there were quite a few). I felt silly at first, but then I noticed that it got easier and easier. I smiled in the morning and then I felt like smiling all day. You can fake your way into a true good mood.

In the words of Dr. McKinley, “Instead of letting something aggravate you, find something about it to appreciate.” Your boss is going to keep coming to your desk and demanding unreasonable deadlines from you. Instead of tensing your jaw and your butt cheeks every time she approaches, appreciate the fact that at least she waited until after lunch to ruin your day. Appreciate that she got dressed today. Appreciate that she hasn’t fired you. Instead of grumbling at the rain on your way to work, take a moment to look up and appreciate the mysterious beauty of the lightning show that’s playing out thousands of feet above you.

Change your energy any way you can, even if you have to fake it at first. See if you don’t feel happier in spite of your cynical and oh-so-hip self.