I’ve been kind of quiet about this because I don’t feel like I have anything of value to add to the conversation but let me be absolutely clear - as a straight cis woman, I absolutely 100% support my trans siblings and I will stand with you publicly anywhere and everywhere.

My husband and I always had a food house, but over the past few years we’ve been making the switch to an ingredient house. I think we’ve succeeded - I’m sick, and he just instacarted stuff to make chicken soup.

Today I am trying not to despair of the future. I’m participating in mutual aid for MLK celebrations, and I’m going to do what I always do on MLK day - read his letter from a Birmingham jail and contemplate where in my life I’m showing up as a white moderate, and how I can do better.

Sometimes I see people post the silliest takes and for just a moment I want to weigh in and offer a new perspective (or correction when they are flat out wrong), but then I take a deep breath and remember that I should save my energy for better things.

Antibiotics are messing with my sense of taste and smell and I’m really ready to be all better now.

I got a steroid shot in my shoulder yesterday. So far, no change at all. Let’s hope physical therapy next week is more effective than this shot!

I need to make some dietary changes for health reasons. I hope the work I’ve done to heal my relationship with food will allow me to safely make these changes without spiraling back into disordered eating. There’s a fine line between ‘good food vs. bad food’ and ‘better for me right now’ food.

The year my son was born, we didn’t take our tree down until March. After that, the tree always came down before his bday. I spent the first weekend this year in the ER, so for the first time since 1986 the tree came down late. It would have been an easier cleanup if this tree was also artificial.

I have to be on a clear liquid diet for a few days. I’m fine, but did the nurse practitioner really think she was being encouraging when she said ‘at least with jello you still have food to chew!’?!?!

I dislike New Year’s resolutions as they always feel deficit based. I do like setting intentions for the year, and this section from Mary Oliver’s poem ‘Sometimes’ is going to be my intention for 2025: 4. Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

If you’re required to be in the office 4 days a week, that’s not exactly really hybrid. Just saying.

Been thinking about “purpose” vs. “meaning” — particularly in relation to vocation. When I focus on a purposeful life I am more driven and less content, but a meaningful life feels more expansive - there’s room for curiosity, pleasure, and connection without needing to operationalize every choice.

Therapy is so good and also leaves me feeling fragile. I’m glad I got a time slot at the end of the day on Friday so I don’t have to jump right back into life when it’s over.

I went nc/lc with my mother 3 years ago. For a while afterward, there were still times I felt abandoned by family in spite of it being my choice. This year my siblings all spent Thanksgiving with my mother and I saw pictures of them and thought oh, how nice for them. No regret, no sting. #growth

What are the best #HRConferences folks are attending in 2025? Not SHRM, obviously.

I got to hold my niece’s 10 day old baby. All is right with my world.

I’m not usually an early Christmas decorator but this year feels like we need some intentional joy.

On Thursday we went to Thanksgiving mass in the morning so the whole day felt like a Sunday. Today has felt like Saturday. It’s pretty great to realize it’s only Friday and we still have a real Saturday and Sunday before us. Long weekends are the best.

Prepping so I can pace myself Thursday. Today I made pie crust and cubed bread for stuffing. Tomorrow I’ll bake the sweet potato pie and cook the cranberry sauce. Still quite a bit left for Thursday, but I’ll have my son as a sous chef and it’ll be fun.

1/ 90 Second Sermon: Can we claim to “love our neighbour as ourselves” if we are willing to accept and pursue less for them than we would for our own family or ourselves?

It’s open enrollment season. Send me all your thoughts and prayers.

I’ve been starting my day listening to the Bible in a year podcast with Fr Mike Schmitz for the second year in a row. I’d like to find another source to listen, preferably the entire Bible within a year, but definitely regular daily reading. Any recommendations?

It worked out! Multiple people went back for seconds so I’m pretty sure they weren’t just being polite when they said they liked it.

I’m having people over for dinner and made the rookie mistake of trying out a new recipe. It looks and smells… ok.

That was quick. I have my first therapy appointment on Tuesday afternoon.

Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance. Each year, the trans community loses too many lives, especially trans women of color, to hate and violence. More than ever, we must stand by our trans family and support them, hold space for them, and insist the scapegoating and targeting stop. Now.

I emailed a new therapist’s office today & filled out the forms. There should be someone available to see me within about 12 weeks. I sure hope they’re a good fit, because I don’t want to wait another three months if it doesn’t work out! Regardless, I’m proud of myself for finally taking the step.

I've been thinking about this poem by Langston Hughes recently and although it was published in 1931, it remains relevant as ever. #books #reading #booksky #poetry

Imma need some of you to think about thriving out of spite. I had big plans for 2025 and I’m definitely not gonna pre-derail them for likes of Elin and Tromp. I’m getting more involved. Loving harder. Writing hornier. Having more fun. I’m gonna be so kind to my neighbors, bitch.

In 2017 I joined Twitter and my whole #HRWorld opened up. I found an #HRCommunity and made online friends who became IRL friends. When Twitter became X and there was no more place for me, I mourned the loss of this rich #HRNetwork. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’m going to find my #HRPeeps here.

Happy Monday! I love when mourning sneaks in and partners with insomnia. I’m determined, however, to look for joy and be productive in healthy ways today. Plus, I have a massage booked later this afternoon!

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but don’t GIVE UP.

Everything out there feels hard and scary, and personal things close to home are hard right now, too. Lots of grief and loss. I’m contemplating ways to bring joy back into my life. #JoyIsResistance

@micole.bsky.social I’m so glad to be reconnected with you!!

I get that we’re barely past the election and it’s an utter shit show, but I need to find the gentler corners of social media if I’m going to be able to stay here.