This morning was the same as every morning for me. I woke up after the 15th snooze, groggily stumbled into…
New Year, New Meh
I started running again. Well … I’m not sure you can even call it running. More like I shuffle my…
The Runway
This feels painful. And awkward. I don’t like it one bit. I sit at my laptop, willing myself to write,…
Lil’ Blue
I wished I knew what I was doing. I don’t. Chances are, you don’t either. And isn’t that wonderful? Seeing…
If You’re Average and you Know it, Clap Your Hands
Clap. Clap. Clap. Welp, today you caught me in an awkward place. Today, I am taking a long, hard (nah,…
The Truth is…
The Truth is… the truth is… the truth is… I am a turd. Yep. I just realized this over the…
Grit is Gross
I watched an interview yesterday from Tom Bilyeu and his guest Mark Manson, author of The Subtle Art of Not…
Accept.
What tangled webs we weave. First in the mind, then in our own lives. I suppose this is the true…
And Then I Saw a Sparrow
Confession: For 30 some-odd years, I thought I needed to be important. How self-focused is that? It’s terribly, terribly needy…
Game of Chance and Sacrifice
Right now, I sit within a plane. One of the few possibly remaining trips I shall take within the bounds…
