For many of us, ordering wine in a restaurant is like shooting darts with our eyes closed. We set the bar quite low for ourselves when it comes to defining success, and often we're content just to hit the board. We may aim for a delicious wine (and strive not to embarrass ourselves in the process), but how can we expect to consistently nail our target when we're shooting blind?
The holiday season is upon us. For some, it's been a year of gathering the perfect gifts and wrapping them at their leisure. However, if you are anything like me, I need resources that tap into my "Love Bank" and enable me to click and buy, sending fabulous finds to the destinations of those I love.
When I finally landed in South Africa (after two days and three flights), I now had physical exhaustion to add to an already-wearied mind. Prior to the trip, an unexpected setback left me teetering. The optimistic joviality that had sustained me all summer was waning. And I found myself anxiously awaiting a second wind.
The United States is a beverage-crazed nation. A while back, I wrote an essay about Americans' infatuation with coffee. I'm not a big fan of coffee because it's too darn hot. I'm not a big fan of wine because it gives me a headache. And I'm not a big fan of beer because it tastes like dirty toilet water.