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The Real To-Do List

August 16, 2011

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Twenty-One Days

They say that if you do something 21 days in a row, it becomes a habit. Set your alarm for 5:30 a.m. 21 days in a row (yuck), and chances are you're going to turn into an early bird out of sheer repetition. Exercising for 21 days will leave your body craving those endorphins and it'll become a part of your routine. Can the same be said for the less enjoyable things? Stressing out, fitful sleep, refusing to keep up with chores and responsibilities... Do those things become habits too? Three weeks ago, I was finishing up the last of the loose ends at work, checking the clock and rushing out the door to get to Wawasee. Friday. I was ready to crack open a bottle of wine, spend the weekend with my favorite Chicago friends and feel that humid Indiana sun on my skin. But now it's three weeks later and I'm sitting here wondering how the hell we managed to get so far from there to where we are now in just 21 days. In 21 days, I learned that the most important lad

Dear Me

It has been ages since I've been able to write. This has probably been the most full year of my life. Lots of ups and downs and twists and turns. Great moments and ones I'd prefer to forget. So it hasn't been for lack of material that I have struggled to turn my thoughts into words. But for one reason or another, I just couldn't find them. I sat in front of my computer for months on end while the cursor blinked at me and the words just wouldn't come. But I finally felt that familiar ache in my chest... the one that happens when I have something to say and know how I want to say it. So here it is! A letter to 16-year-old me. Because what better way to sum up so many things than to throw it all together? Dear 16-Year-Old Jill, You have always been a dreamer. Always been one to fantasize about tomorrow, next month, next year... All of the possibilities that could be your life one day far from now. Right now you're probably replaying your first kiss

The "C" Word

A few weeks back I wrote a post called Cheers To The Fighters. It was amazing to be in the presence of someone like Elaine who, in spite of battling ovarian cancer for a few years now, has managed to remember the most important thing: That every single day is worth putting up one hell of a fight for. And now, a few weeks later, I somehow find my mom in that same category. It has never been a secret that my mom is one tough lady. I have spent my entire life marveling at the way she manages to embrace every single day and I'm constantly trying to model my own world view to reflect that same sense of fun and fascination. The eternal optimist, I'm not sure she has ever faced a challenge or an obstacle without genuinely believing that everything would turn out just fine. But on Friday night when she sat me down and told me she had cancer, I honestly think I forgot how to breathe. Most of us spend our lives silently reminding ourselves that just because you've got a sha

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