Posts tagged "kara mulder"

Over-scheduled, Under-Inspired, And Being Momentarily Ok With That

For three months straight, I had full freedom with my schedule. No one could tell me when I had to go, when I could or could not sleep or that I had to stay in Florida. I lived in LA and found a more centered version of myself again. Even if it was only a moment of settled, I knew that rest and a slower pace was what I needed...

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Confessions Of A Flight Attendant: Opening up about flight attendant fatigue

Sometimes, often times, things are not what they seem. The flight attendant life is encased with glamour; foreign destinations, gorgeous pilots, beautiful cabin crew, going places and experiencing a level adventure that the majority envies and will never quite understand.  They want your life. They want my life. They want this life. But if they knew the darker sides, would they still want it? Finally, I'm going to open up...

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“Hey Let’s Go To London:” A weekend adventure with the social city guide and travel app HeyLets

A week or so ago, I went to London for the weekend.  I know you say, "Who just gets up and says, 'I think I'll go to London for the weekend?" Well, yeah...not really out of the ordinary for this one.  I haven't been flying much recently, so I was feeling a little antsy and needed a temporary change of scenery (more on that in a subsequent blog). Although I...

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Today Is Today.

Once, I said I wanted to move to New York.  I put in a base transfer for JFK and thought that Brooklyn would be the best place for me to create a home. Right now, that living in Brooklyn idea sounds awful as my fingers struggle to type, frozen in place due to the frigid cold.  This California girl is a light weight when comes to freezing temperatures, among other things....

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7 Steps To Create An Adventurous Life

7 Steps To Create An Adventurous Life Can I make an embarrassing confession?  Really, I know it’s not something I should feel embarrassed about, but with this little known fact, I am a bit quiet.  It’s private and personal and not who you see me to be now.  There is more to the story than I will mention here in this blog (for the rest, you will have to wait...

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Where Is The Pause Button On This Thing?

January 5th.  I'm five days late with a newsletter that was due and supposed to be published.  I have some freelance proposal that is due tonight.  I missed blogging on Friday because I thought it was Thursday.  I have schedules to make for the editors, bags to pack and unpack, meetings, planning for trips, errands, queries to send to literary agents, iMovies to edit, and content marketing to create.  And,...

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Don’t Rush Her- That Thing Called Life

As the train clicks and rocks its way past buildings colored with Japanese characters, and trees dusted with the yellow, orange, and red hues of Fall, I sit quietly, contemplating how life discoveries have this way of sneaking up on one.  At least these type of understandings have this way of sneaking up on me.  I never learn what I expect to, but I always learn what I need.  I...

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That Could Take Me Anywhere

Last night, I was driving "home," smiling to myself over the fun day that the sun had set to.  I was grateful for simply being in Southern California.  It's the beginning of eighteen days off for me; eighteen much needed days away from that Dreamliner.  I am staying in the same timezone for the most part, and my feet are firmly (as my definition goes) planted on the ground.  I've been...

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On Wanting…

I started this essay as content for my book.  It turned into something that needed to be published here. So, here it is. -Kara On Wanting Sick. I feel it again.  I don’t know if it is the antibiotic that I have been taking recently, or the jet lag, or possibly the fact that I ate an extra handful of animal crackers with almond butter along with the tortilla veggie wrap...

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Cheers To The Pretty Drifter

"Cheers to The Pretty Drifter..." The bartender said this as he raised his can of RedBull and nodded ever so slightly in my direction.  I smiled, tilting my head as if his title for me was a surprise.  A 'Pretty Drifter?'  Was this who I was when people met me, or what was assumed when I stuttered over the question of, "Where do you live?"  I know that the people...

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