by AnnSheybani | Oct 6, 2013 | adventure, Confidence, Courage, Denali, Driving Miss Daisy, extreem dependency, Fearless Living, Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway, Ireland, Reading, route finding, tenacity
I’m learning to drive all over again in Ireland. This doesn’t sound like a big deal, I know, but it feels death defying. Most of the time, I pretty much want to scream and cry, or blame my misery on horrible Walt. Smug Walt. Gasp-y Walt. The Irish, for whatever...
by AnnSheybani | Oct 4, 2013 | Ireland, Quiet, Reading
The farmer two hills over is harvesting his potatoes. To keep the crows from puncturing his spuds, which, from what I’m told, renders them useless, he’s operating a mechanical popper. Every–let me time this so I can be accurate–37 seconds, we...
by AnnSheybani | Sep 23, 2013 | all or nothing, books, coaching, connection, Ireland, Nice is Just a Place in France, Reading, role model
Walt and I are getting ready to go to Ireland for three whole months, which has me feeling vaguely hysterical. You want to see my all-or-nothing mindset kick in, my NOW, NOW, NOW or the world explodes mode switch on? Come on over and sit on my couch. You may even...
by AnnSheybani | Jun 25, 2013 | adventure, expectations, Ireland, limiting beliefs, process, risk, role model, tenacity
Have you put your “totally unrealistic” dream on the back burner because you can think of 10 problems right out of the box? I was watching a fox and her two kits bound across the field this morning as Walt and I drank our first cup of coffee. In the upper pasture, a...
by AnnSheybani | May 27, 2013 | adventure, County Cork, expectations, Ireland
I’m always reluctant to crow about my good fortune. But, you know what? Screw it. All those years ago when I was squatting in that closet with my unhappiness, I could never have imagined what I’d find on the other side. I could never have envisioned...
by AnnSheybani | Apr 1, 2013 | connection, desire, identity, introvert, Ireland, people pleasing, reinvention, running, Secrets
I want to give you a beauty secret I’ve recently discovered. The single element that will make heads turn, regardless of your weight, age, or ability to pull together a decent outfit. The secret is Joy. Walt and I were at The Sunken Garden Poetry Festival last...
