It wouldn’t be so frustrating if I would just accept the futility of constantly trying to figure out what I want to do with my time and resources. The more direction I give myself, it seems, the harder it is for me to continue down a productive, gainful path. I end up in the gutter… Continue reading Aiming for the spare | trying to figure it out, always and again
Buying an automated indoor garden reminded me that you can continue to grow even when life feels repetitive and mundane.
I almost hit, “Tweet.” I was gonna do it, I was. The words had been written and all that was left to do was hit that blue button. I could’ve but I didn’t. I stopped myself. Just in time? Maybe.
Eight years ago, I moved to Toronto because I wanted a change. I wanted to pursue something different, almost just to prove that I could do it.
I had ACL reconstruction surgery on my left knee about four weeks ago because tequila motivated me to jump off a fence some 18 years ago. I had plans. I was going to do things with my time.
Several years ago, when I had first moved to Toronto, I was going to a good number of job interviews. One of the most common pieces of feedback I got when I wasn’t successful in an interview or when I was being let go was that I was “too creative for the position.” At the… Continue reading Finding a Voice
I like to play videos to help me fall asleep. In this video, I explain the solution that I’m trying. Check out my YouTube channel here for more videos.
I got a pair of sweatpants and a new sweatshirt today. I haven’t worn sweatpants in nearly a decade. These leave a little bit of my ankle showing, just to remind me that I’m not fully exposed. My girlfriend has been on my case about wearing jeans when I should be more comfortable. She was… Continue reading Coming to terms with comfort
One of the ways that I most regularly express myself is through writing. Writing, I find, is safe. Writing affords me time. Writing gives me space. But, I’m not a writer. I’m someone who writes.
I have a hard time expressing myself. It’s true. Far too often I find myself in a pickle because I found myself dumbfounded or, more often, excessively revealing. Both extremes stem from the same source: my inability to properly measure the value of the message that I’m trying to deliver.