change

  I’m going to tell you something that may surprise you. I’ve been thinking about it for several days now, mulling it over, and I think I’m good with it. it’s a decision I would not have been comfortable with even pretty recently. but things change. people change. I have changed. in the words of…

shit happens

I used to know this older woman who liked to say, “The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get.” I decided to stop hurrying in 2010 or so. I remember the moment. I was hurrying to a bus stop in the still-dark morning hours to go to my new job as a Starbucks barista. prior…

dreams

usually I choose a featured image first. then write. or have some idea of what I want to write about, and then choose a featured image. and then write. but I’m having some struggles lately. a friend who has his own blog, has the approach of not editing his posts “unless the spellcheck underlines a…

reset

the timer is set. I have just over thirty minutes to write this morning. I have been wanting to write another blog post for a while…ever since I published my last one. truth be told, I have two drafts in progress, and have deleted one or two. perfectionism and image-management are setting in. I have…

money

I was not planning on writing this post today. I hope to keep it short. and on topic. at present, I can hear my cat Maynard making little gulping sounds under the coffee table. he’s not eating. he is having some kind of reaction to what he ate. the little gulping sounds are his way…

context blindness

here I am, it’s my third blog post, and I’ve become a little gun-shy. I have things to say, but there are so many, and organization of ideas has never been my strong suit. in college, writing papers was like pulling teeth, as they say. perhaps mining gold is a better analogy (metaphor?). or strip…

when a name becomes a salve

yesterday was the fortieth anniversary of my birth, which, of course, is a fancy way of saying I’m 40 now. and you know what? I’m totally psyched about it! granted, at this point, I’ve only been 40 for one full day, but I was 39 for an entire year, and I can say with confidence…

oh hi, it’s me.

I like to be good at things. I’m proud. admittedly, it’s a good thing I wasn’t “proud” as an infant, else I mightn’t’ve learned to walk, speak the language, write, use utensils, and so forth. you know, the basics.