Eventful Endeavors

08/30/2026

08/23/2026

You know what’s SO HARD?

Being the better person.

I’m tired.

There. I said it.

I’m tired of rising above.

Turning the other cheek.

Being professional.

Being gracious.

Giving people the benefit of the doubt when deep down I already know better.

Sometimes I swear karma has a flat tire and I’m tempted to pull over and offer roadside assistance. 😂

Because let’s be honest…

Sometimes being the better person is exhausting.

Sometimes I don’t want to rise above.

Sometimes I want to rise directly to their level, unpack a lawn chair, and stay awhile. 😂

But I know better.

And unfortunately…

Knowing better means I have to do better.

Rude.

Here’s the thing though…

Being the better person does not mean being a doormat.

It doesn’t mean swallowing dishonesty.

It doesn’t mean pretending disrespect didn’t happen.

It doesn’t mean smiling politely while somebody behaves badly because you’re afraid that telling the truth will somehow make you look difficult.

Sometimes adulthood feels like being handed a plate of bu****it and being expected to eat it politely with a fork.

Smile.

Be professional.

Protect your reputation.

Keep moving.

Meanwhile your inner voice is giving a completely different presentation. 😂

And this is where I think people get “taking the high road” wrong.

Taking the high road does not require silence.

You can tell the truth.

You can correct the record.

You can say, “That was disrespectful.”

You can say, “That isn’t accurate.”

You can set the boundary.

You can walk away.

You can stop giving someone access to you.

You can protect yourself without becoming cruel.

Because being the better person isn’t about letting someone “win.”

It’s about refusing to let someone else’s behavior turn you into somebody you don’t like.

That part matters.

Because there are people who will lie.

People who will manipulate.

People who will avoid responsibility.

People who will smile in your face and behave completely differently when they think nobody important is watching.

And sometimes…

You know exactly what’s happening.

You’re not confused.

You’re not imagining it.

You’re just choosing not to become it.

That’s different.

And yes…

Sometimes that choice is SO HARD.

Especially when you know exactly what you could say. 😂

But protecting my peace will always matter more than proving somebody else wrong.

My character matters more than their behavior.

My health matters more than getting the last word.

And my integrity matters more than winning some ridiculous game I never asked to play in the first place.

So no…

Being the better person does not mean being weak.

Sometimes it means being strong enough to say:

“I see exactly what this is.”

“And I’m still not becoming it.”

That’s growth.

That’s boundaries.

That’s self-respect.

And sometimes the strongest response isn’t turning the other cheek.

It’s setting the boundary…

and walking away with both cheeks intact. 😂

We are better together. 💛

08/16/2026

You know what’s SO HARD?

Conflict.

Addressing it.

Navigating it.

And, for the love of all things holy, trying not to make it worse while you’re attempting to fix it. 😂

In college, I took parliamentary debate and competed nationally in public speaking, after-dinner speaking and impromptu.

I learned how to argue a point.

Defend a position.

Find the weakness in someone else’s argument.

And ultimately…

WIN.

Turns out, this is not necessarily a recommended strategy when you’re having a disagreement with someone you care about. 😂

Because relationships aren’t debate tournaments.

There isn’t a judge sitting in the corner holding up a scorecard.

And sometimes proving you’re right is the fastest way to get absolutely nowhere.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately because I recently had a conflict with someone I originally met through business, and somewhere along the way, we became friends.

And here’s the interesting part:

Neither one of us was really the problem.

Life had been piling up.

Stress.

Responsibilities.

Other people’s nonsense.

Negative Nellies.

Dishonest people.

Difficult situations.

The everyday BS that doesn’t politely wait until you’re emotionally prepared for it.

It piles up.

And sometimes somebody you care about accidentally bumps into the pile.

That’s basically what happened.

I did something that inadvertently hurt my friend’s feelings.

Did I intend to?

Absolutely not.

Did I understand immediately why it hurt?

No.

Because I wasn’t living what they had been living.

But they told me.

And BOY DID I TELL THEM HOW I FELT TOO. 😂

Could I have handled parts of it better?

Absolutely.

Could they have?

Probably.

Could every conflict in the history of humanity have been handled better after everyone has slept eight hours, eaten something and had approximately three business days to think about it?

YES. 😂

But here’s where something really beautiful happened.

We kept talking.

Even when it was uncomfortable.

We didn’t decide the other person was terrible.

We didn’t throw away the friendship.

We asked questions.

Why did that hurt you?

Why did I react that way?

What did you mean when you said that?

What am I not seeing from where you’re standing?

And THAT is hard for me.

Because historically, conflict with someone I care about has scared the hell out of me.

My instinct has been:

Run.

Shut down.

Walk away.

Forget it.

Protect yourself before somebody else can hurt you.

Conflict can physically make me sick.

So staying in that uncomfortable conversation was growth for me.

And something happened while we stayed there:

The uncomfortable part passed.

Nobody died.

Nobody spontaneously combusted.

The friendship didn’t fall apart.

Actually…

We came out of it closer.

I understand my friend better.

My friend understands me better.

They helped me see something from a perspective I wouldn’t have seen on my own.

And I think that’s where we’ve gotten conflict wrong.

Conflict doesn’t always mean something is broken.

Sometimes conflict means two people care enough about a relationship to say:

“This matters to me, and so do you. Let’s figure it out.”

That’s very different from trying to win.

Because if I’m trying to defeat you…

I’m not trying to understand you.

And one of the biggest things I’m learning is this:

It’s not you against me.

It’s you AND me against the problem.

That changes everything.

It doesn’t mean you don’t get angry.

It doesn’t mean someone’s feelings weren’t hurt.

It doesn’t mean bad behavior suddenly becomes acceptable.

And it definitely doesn’t mean you can’t be right.

Sometimes you ARE right.

Congratulations. Here’s your trophy. 🏆😂

But being right doesn’t automatically repair a relationship.

Communication does.

Listening does.

Taking accountability does.

Asking questions does.

And perhaps hardest of all…

Responding instead of reacting does.

I’m still working on that one.

Apparently my mouth occasionally likes to submit its response before my brain has completed the editing process. 😂

But I’m learning.

And every time we stay in a difficult conversation instead of running from it, we get a little better at having the next one.

Conflict doesn’t have to destroy relationships.

Handled with honesty, respect and a willingness to actually listen…

Sometimes it sharpens them.

And sometimes the person sitting across from you isn’t your opponent at all.

They’re your teammate.

You’re just standing on opposite sides of the same damn problem.

So talk.

Listen.

Ask another question.

Stay uncomfortable for another minute.

You might discover something about them.

You might discover something about yourself.

And you might walk away with a relationship that’s stronger than the one you walked in with.

Because we don’t have to agree on everything to care about each other.

And we sure as hell don’t have to defeat each other to solve something together.

We are better together. 💛

08/09/2026

You know what’s SO HARD?

Being under the weather.

Not the cute kind of under the weather where you curl up under a blanket, watch terrible television, drink tea and have someone bring you soup.

I’m talking about being sick when your calendar apparently did NOT receive the memo.

Deadlines don’t care.

Emails continue to arrive.

People still need answers.

Meetings are still meetings.

Laundry somehow continues reproducing.

And apparently saying, “But I don’t feel good,” does not automatically cause the rest of your responsibilities to disappear.

Rude. 😂

There’s something especially frustrating about your brain saying, “We have things to DO!” while your body is saying, “Ma’am. We will be horizontal today.”

And maybe that’s the hard part.

Giving yourself permission to not operate at 100% when life still seems to expect 100%.

Because I am terrible at that.

I will literally lie in bed thinking about the 47 things I should be doing—which, as it turns out, is a surprisingly ineffective form of resting. 😂

So today I’m trying something revolutionary:

Doing what absolutely HAS to be done.

Letting some of the other stuff wait.

And reminding myself that resting isn’t the same thing as quitting.

Although I reserve the right to complain dramatically while doing it. 😂

Sometimes being productive means checking everything off the list.

Sometimes being productive means taking care of yourself so you can come back and tackle the damn list tomorrow.

So if you’re under the weather too, consider this your permission slip.

Do what you can.

Rest when you need to.

Give yourself a little grace.

The world will keep spinning.

And if being under the weather is the hardest thing I’m dealing with today?

I’ll take it.

Because goodness knows, some days life is SO much harder.

Today, I’m going to be grateful that my biggest assignment is apparently to sit my butt down and get better. 😂💛

We are better together.

08/02/2026

You know what’s SO HARD?

Needing to use a public restroom.

😂
Remember the good old days…

When you could just…

Walk into a store…

See the restroom…

Walk in…

And… well…

Handle your business?

Those days are gone.

Now you have to find Customer Service.

Only…

There’s nobody at Customer Service.

So you stand there.

Crossing your legs.

Trying to look like you’re just browsing the weekly specials.

Eventually you think,

“Forget it.”

I’ll just grab what I came for and hurry home.

Then something weird happens.

You’re totally fine…

Until you’re about three blocks from your house.

Suddenly your bladder goes,

“Oh! We’re home? Awesome! We’re done holding it!” 😂

WHY?!

I can sit in my car for ten minutes.

I can unlock my front door.

Find my keys.

Drop my keys.

Pick them back up.

Take my shoes off.

Walk toward the bathroom…

And somehow…

The closer I get to the toilet…

The harder it is to hold it.

It’s like my bladder can sense porcelain.

Who designed this system?!

And why does nobody warn you about this when you become an adult?

The older you get…

The harder it gets.

And if today’s biggest problem is making it to the bathroom in time…

Then honestly…

I’m having a pretty good day. 😂

Because most days…

Life is a whole lot harder than that.

So today…

I’ll gladly laugh at myself.

Now if you’ll excuse me…

I have a bathroom to locate.

Preferably one without a password.

We are better together. 💛