by AnnSheybani | Jul 29, 2014 | adventure, books, County Cork, Courage, Ireland, Life, limiting beliefs, Mark Divine, Motivation, Reading, tenacity, The Way of the SEAL
On Sunday, Walt and I got the brilliant idea that we’d kayak over to Horse Island and have ourselves a little picnic to celebrate our anniversary. Horse Island is this little deserted hunk of cliff and bush with an old stone tower on one end that lies ten minutes off...
by AnnSheybani | Jul 15, 2014 | Authenticity, County Cork, identity, introvert, Ireland, Life
Walt and I went to Dublin the other day. I don’t know what it’s going to take to FINALLY learn this lesson: I just don’t like big cities. We rode up with some friends who had business to attend to, and while they were off doing their thang, they...
by AnnSheybani | May 19, 2014 | adventure, Atul Gawande, coaching, Iran, Ireland, mistakes, Reading, risk, route finding
My girlfriend is planning her first trip to Ireland. She’s bringing her teenaged kids along with her. She’s purchased the plane tickets, reserved the rental car, now it’s dawning on her that she’s going to have to shell out a lot more money than she’d planned on....
by AnnSheybani | Mar 31, 2014 | adventure, identity, introvert, Ireland, Life, route finding, Starting Over
I used to think there was something wrong with me because I didn’t enjoy what “normal” people did. I could never get into Broadway shows, or cruises, or bus tours, or weekends in a big city, or marathon shopping trips, or the ballet, or watching...
by AnnSheybani | Mar 17, 2014 | Boundaries, confrontation, identity, Ireland, Life, nice girl complex, people pleasing, rage, Saying no
A young Frenchman wants to switch places with me so he can sit next to one of the five cohorts who accompanied him on our transatlantic flight. He’s asked me several times if I’ll move, and he won’t take no for an answer. “This is my wife,” he says in broken English...
by AnnSheybani | Dec 1, 2013 | adventure, all or nothing, coaching, connection, God, gratitude, guilt, identity, Ireland, Life, Writing
Do you remember coming home for break while you were in college? You’d have a pile of heavy textbooks in your backpack, along with the intention to catch up, or get a jump-start, on various assignments. And do you remember how, invariably, just as day follows night,...
