This morning as I drove into work I couldn’t help but think of all of those who made it into work 18 years ago thinking it was just another day at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, or were boarding United Airlines Flight 93. I wondered about how their week was going. September 11th, 2001 was a Tuesday; were they starting the week on the right foot or did it already feel like this week was ten weeks long?
Let’s be real here. Nobody is a fan of the “water cooler” small talk with coworkers, and especially not the whole "'How are you?' 'I'm good; how are you?'" exchange.
I will be the first to admit that I was not the quickest to jump on the Lizzo bandwagon. As a pretty close to strictly-country music listener, Lizzo was not even on my radar in the beginning. And then it was as if Lizzo was haunting me. At work, with friends, at home—people were constantly asking me if I heard Lizzo’s song, talking about her, or asking if I saw her VMA performance.
For what it is worth, the concept that I am introducing to you, my lovely reader, was heard through the grapevine (which is mainly comprised of a myriad of books and podcasts—from which I am never 100% certain of where I heard information) and has been thought about ramblingly by yours truly.
Shark Week is upon us, which inevitably brings out the shark fan in even your least-expecting friends. Even those that could not care less about marine life indulge in some aspect of Shark Week, be it the numerous drinking games surrounding it, attack-umentaries (you know what I’m talking about, the documentaries solely revolving around shark attacks), made-for-Shark Week movies, or whatever tickles your fancy. On the other hand, maybe you’re one of my people—the year-round shark fan, who have been scoffed at since you were little when you answered “sharks” after people asked your favorite animal—who can’t help but get a tiny bit annoyed while watching all of these Shark Week fans crawl out of the woodwork. While we appreciate shark fans of all variety (because let’s be honest, these guys need more love) we also want to set the record straight and help you to help our marine friends, and quit perpetuating shark myths and stereotypes. Let’s work together towards flipping that script from fearing to revering these beautiful ocean dwellers, living everyday like Shark Week, and potentially saving our oceans along the way by debunking some of the five most common shark myths.
Unfortunately, the majority of us have been through a breakup. The good, bad, and the ugly. We have been on the giving and receiving side of it, and have gone through the stages of wallowing, accepting, and moving past it (which typically includes copious amounts of junk/comfort food, some solid hours spent solo Netflix-ing until you’re ready to invite some friends to join, and lots and lots of angsty music). Eventually, you’re over it—you move on, you meet someone new, you continue the cycle.