The Overbooked Life
Because balance is a myth, but coffee is real.
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The Lessons I Learned Too Late When you hit that 35–45 age bracket, something changes. Suddenly, you find yourself reflecting on all the things you wish you’d figured out earlier in life. Not just the things you should’ve learned, but the things you wish you had actually listened to. Regret is a powerful emotion—but so…
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For those who live in the world of customer service and sales, you already know the drill: long hours, endless people-ing, and the constant feeling that you’re two steps behind no matter how fast you run. The day starts early—6 a.m.—because the husky boys demand their first walk. An hour later, they’re happy and I’m…
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Potato Life: Then vs. Now It’s funny how what counts as relaxing changes as we age. When I was younger, relaxing meant going places. A day at the beach? I was there. An all-day bike ride? Sign me up. Amusement parks? Absolutely. Sitting still wasn’t rest—it was boring. Adventure was how you unwound, and the…
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Do I Hold Grudges? I want to say no—I really do. But the truth is, yes. I hold grudges. Not always by choice, not always out in the open, but certain things dig in deep and change the way I see people or situations. They don’t just fade away. Work is where my grudges seem…
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⚠️ Reader Discretion AdvisedThis post contains personal reflections of childhood trauma, including references to abuse, neglect, and violence. While it also touches on moments of resilience and hope, some descriptions may be triggering for readers. Please take care of yourself as you read. When I think back to childhood, it doesn’t feel like one steady…
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When was the last time I cried tears of joy? Honestly, I’m not sure I ever have. You read about it in books, you see it in movies — people weeping with happiness as if it’s a normal Tuesday occurrence. But me? Not so much. Maybe it’s because I’m what some would call an “Unfeeling…
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Some days, the tired isn’t just tired—it’s the kind where coffee becomes a food group and I debate whether a nap in the car counts as self-care. I’m a mom, I work over 65 hours a week, and I juggle kids, pets, bills, and the thousand invisible tasks that never make it onto a to-do…
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Husky Glitter, Chewed Shoes, and a Whole Lot of Love Some people collect hobbies. I collect husky hair. Between zoomies, dramatic howls, and a furniture casualty or two, living with huskies is equal parts chaos and comedy—and I’ve learned a lot along the way. I know I’ll end up posting plenty about the kids, family,…
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I have a belief: everyone should be required to work in sales for at least a year. Scratch that—everyone should definitely do customer service. Actually, let’s make it a year of both. Why? Because customer service is one of the most thankless jobs out there, and until you’ve done it, you don’t really understand just…
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Greetings, Salutations, and Welcome Greetings, Salutations, and Welcome They say the first blog post is always the hardest. It’s the one that sets the tone, opens the door, and decides whether someone might want to linger a little longer—or click away. No pressure, right? This isn’t going to be a gossip sheet or some juicy…
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