From the series: Confessions of a Recovering Overachiever by Cortney McDermott, Chime Okay – I just can’t let go of this one . . . not entirely, anyway. There’s something about the instant gratification of checking off or, even better, drawing a thick line through a TO-DO. Especially if the crossed-off list is super long. But […]
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Recovering Overachiever Confession #3: I Blame It On The Birds. by @McDermott_Chime By Cortney McDermott 2 on Recovering Overachiever Confession #3: I Blame It On The Birds. by @McDermott_Chime
From the series: Confessions of a Recovering Overachiever by Cortney McDermott, Chime Yup, I know that might sound a bit extreme, but I blame it on the birds. Let me explain. On my morning run, I often loop through a children’s park near my home. Many a morning, I’ve found garbage scattered along the path, frustration […]
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Recovering Overachiever Confession #2: I Nap. by @McDermott_Chime
From the series: Confessions of a Recovering Overachiever by Cortney McDermott, Chime Before my four year old daughter Gaia Ray lies down for a mid-day nap, she always lists the things she’s going to do “tomorrow” when she wakes. “Domani I’m going to read Duck for President and take Jackie Brown [her doll] for a walk […]
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Recovering Overachiever Confession #1: I no longer plan my days. by @McDermott_Chime By Cortney McDermott 2 on Recovering Overachiever Confession #1: I no longer plan my days. by @McDermott_Chime
From the series: Confessions of a Recovering Overachiever by Cortney McDermott, Chime It took me a long time to get over this one. I used to have my days planned down to the hour. Ok, more like the minute (2-minute calm break @ 11am, anyone?). I thought if I wasn’t doing every second of every day […]
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Confessions of a Recovering Overachiever by @mcdermott_chime
by Cortney McDermott | Featured Contributor A few years ago, I was busy packing for a business trip to Brussels. My then 2-year-old daughter was jumping in and out of my suitcase. When that didn’t get mamma’s attention, she grabbed my Blackberry. Somehow, within less than a minute, she managed to lock it. I freaked […]