Goodbye, honey.
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Being a parent is hard right now. Let’s just take the stress signals my body are sending me. When school started again, so did the shortness of breath. Sometimes I feel like a bug-eyed monster, always thinking of the next thing I have to “do”. And I’ve…
I’ve been traveling for almost a year now.
Although I knew it would be something I would do eventually in my 30s or 40s, I never thought I’d be starting at 27. And at first it…
A few days ago I wrote To drink, or not to drink, a story about going on a night out with my school friends.
I got a couple of light hearted comments from people when I said I wasn’t going to drink and that’s to be expected. But to be fair to my…
With this post, I am one quarter of the way to my goal of 100 Naked stories. I have tried (and will continue to try) to do…
My anxiety arises, not from the fear of being devoid of money, but from the frustration that I have to worry about it at all. I hate money. I hate thinking about it. I hate the Money-God almost as much as Orwell’s Gordon Comstock.
With anybody, at any time.
It will surprise the persons you were afraid to talk to and flatter the ones who didn’t know how to speak to you. It is all part of a bigger picture, an evolution that will last forever.
My regular 9–5 is sleeping, from 9pm to 5am. That way, I get to wake up and watch the sunrise every single day. Somehow in Colorado, the sky looks better than other places — it’s a bit brighter, more colorful, like a high-definition movie and someone rigged the lighting.
So life seems to be going ok…finally.
That is completely up to me of course. I am it’s creator.
I seem to be making better decisions for myself relating to relationships, business and health.
I am a cynic on most days. I consider myself practical but on some days, I am down in the dumps.
Some of the best people in my life have taught me to keep my hopes alive. When all has failed, when all has seemed lost even for them, the tiniest ray of…
