Four miles on the Erie Canal.
Mom, I know you’re nervous with the words “night” and “park” in the same sentence. And everyone else, you may question the appeal of a wintertime stroll in the dark. But not only is it safe, night walking the Erie Canal eases the transition from work time into me time. Some can effortlessly turn off their week, shutting down job-related thoughts along with their computers. They’ve mastered the work-life balance. I, however, need a little help.
Continue reading Camillus Erie Canal Park: Night Walking
While I don’t like to admit it, I sometimes think in black and white when it comes to people in my life. Most of the time, I accept the fact we’re all in the gray area: somewhere between good and bad, between Gandhi and Grinch. But once in a while I get the itch to write someone off when they appear on the naughty list. That’s what I did with John D. Rockefeller on a term paper long ago; I slapped him with the Robber Baron title right away. Maybe that’s because I always root for the underdogs, and I read one too many accounts of small oil companies and their futile struggles against Rockefeller’s Standard Oil monopoly. But whenever I try to pigeonhole a person, life has a way of forcing me to see their other side.
Continue reading Paradise Beach in the USVI National Park: Paradise Found
Today, after a three mile hike through Clark Reservation in Jamesville just outside of Syracuse, my boyfriend Ben and I settled onto the sofa with chips and fresh guacamole (my specialty) for channel surfing. We stopped at the Ken Burns documentary, National Parks: America’s Best Idea, on PBS and both looked at each other in amazement at the coincidence: We had just spent much of our hike discussing Governor Paterson’s plan to close 41 of the 178 State Parks in New York this year. I fear Burns’ next flick may be Closing State Parks: New York’s Worst Idea.
For me, stomaching change is like eating uncooked broccoli: It doesn’t go down easy but I know it’s good for me.
That’s what I told myself as I walked into a new job at a local ad agency on January 25th. Already, I know this is good for me. I’m busy, have awesome coworkers and clients, and am moving my career forward. Yet, there’s an underlying uneasiness that comes with transition – no matter how positive the change. The unsettled sensation is slight, but it’s there. I compare this queasy, unsteady feeling to a more established one I had a month ago, looking down on Syracuse from the top of Bigsby Drumlin. I felt, to use a Seinfeld term without any undertones, like the master of my domain.
Continue reading Bigsby Drumlin: Natural Progression