Tag: commitment

Quieting the question factory

Quieting the question factory

Remember when I proclaimed February as the month of Fear/Worry/Robotic Shoulder Tension? I thought I was going to write about the solutions—things like yoga and prayer and walking more than 2,000 steps a day. But as it turns out, I’m going to start by writing about one of the problems.

Surprisingly, one of the problems is writing.

Sometimes writing feels like being on Oprah when she gives away the cars and the vacations and the elixirs that make you look 18 again. But most other times, writing feels like running a self-indulgent marathon. In the Sahara. In a parka.

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On the mainland

On the mainland

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I absolutely loved  doing a travel season for admissions last fall.  It was the definition of a perfect job for me. I got paid to drive all over the northeast in a gorgeous rental car, spending every day surrounded by fall foliage, ESPN radio, city lights, and Pandora soundtracks. I got to interact with people in a way I’m good at: meeting strangers, making a positive first impressive, and exchanging concrete data (majors and numbers) with a dash of harmless personal information (short stories and anecdotes about why Roberts is such a special place). At the end of every … Continue reading

The only road worth being on

The only road worth being on

I was in the kitchen a few weeks ago when I caught the end of this new commercial for Panera:

Sometimes, what you think is the harder road, turns out to be the only one worth being on.

Last Wednesday I moved a bunch of luggage into a dorm room on campus. I went to the dining hall for dinner. I got my picture taken for an ID card. I went to the new Starbucks in the library and was asked by a current student if I was a prospective student visiting campus for the first time.

And I felt … Continue reading

Inside the Arena

Inside the Arena

Inside the Arena

I love football more than just about anything. So last Thursday I decided to forgo all of the things that I should have done – things that look like hunkering down behind a computer and working – and did the one thing I always want to do: be near a football field.

I drove a handful of hours over to Foxboro, Massachusetts, to Patriots camp. I was already pretty happy because really, nothing is quite as attractive to me as the prospect of spending the whole day driving and watching football – in gorgeous weather, no less. But my emotions … Continue reading