In a continuing series of gratitude posts, today, I am grateful for second chances. I am grateful for grace and love and forgiveness. I fuck up, a lot. Food, men, booze, duplex workers, you name it, I’ve fucked it up. But, every single morning, I get a small do over. I have choices: I can […]Read more "Take Two"
Life has felt hard lately. I’ve been far far far out of my little Songbird Lane comfort zone, doubting myself, feeling fearful, and sinking deep deep deep into my pity party. Everything I know about happiness and contentment (qualitative, quantitative, anecdotal and personal evidence) points to gratitude and service as major contributors to said states. […]Read more "Fine. I’ll be fucking grateful."
I bought a duplex at a tax foreclosure auction. This poor little building has been vacant, stripped, raped, and pillaged for over 10 years. The duplex is in a neighborhood that has been written off as a dangerous ghetto slum, meant for people who live worse than animals. I plan on living in this duplex, […]Read more "Duplex"
I listen to a lot of smart, successful, thoughtful and inspiring people. I aspire to be a smart, successful, thoughtful and inspiring person. Thoughts on how to achieve such status. Begin at the beginning and keep the main thing the main thing. (I think I stole that from Covey and Martha Beck) Lately, I find […]Read more "Begin"
We have established that I am a complete chicken. Everything scares me. Not much stops me. However, when the fear becomes too big (or I perceive it as too big) I use excessive substances and behaviors to take the edge off. The past few months have been a crazy adventure full of excitement, newness, fun, […]Read more "FEAR"
WRITTEN: 01/2017. PUBLISHED: 5/22/2018. I have decided to love with abandon. Come what may. I have previously withheld. Out of tradition. Out of convention. Out of fear. Out of the need to control. Out of the need for power. Fuck that. I refuse to have my love dictated by another. Dictated by externals. My love […]Read more "love 2"
When I was about 3 years old, my family was on vacation at a friend’s beach house. I wanted to goto the water, and my older sister Marilee convinced me to get on the back of her bike so we could get there quicker. I distinctly remember NOT wanting to ride with Marilee, as I […]Read more "Scars"