150. 3 things having children are good for

1. Realizing that life doesn’t end at 30. Or 40. Or 50.

Day 33: Not everybody has to be happy all the time

3 Ways to Become a Better Listener

BY NICOLE CAYER

Naïveté

Can you whisper “shhhhhh” to that cynic within and live today like it is your first?

Can you shed all of those layers you have been accumulating like armor to protect yourself?

Project 365: Day 122 — A Day of Feeling Lost

Today is a day I feel lonely.

Sure, I’m still talking to the people I love. But it doesn’t feel like they have answers either. They try, they do. But they don’t have answers that comfort me. Or maybe it’s just me overthinking…

I am conducting a personal social experiment.

I’m taking a break from humanity for the next week. Or so.

Family time is hiking time

When our feet hit the trail, our kids know it is time to talk and tell stories.

What do you think?

I am always fascinated by blind spots while driving. I steadily watch a car draw nearer in the rear mirror, then see it in my…

#8 The Devils

I have almost finished reading Dostoyevsky’s Devils. A key chapter is omitted from the main text and placed in the appendix because it was originally excluded from the serialisation due to sensibilities at the time.

32. Carousing Colores, Wandering Words

Sometimes when I paint, I have a plan. I may even do a sketch in colored pencils so when I…

97. I have one piece of advice — Get lost!

It’s something that I do in nearly every city that I visit.

1. Have a quick look at a map to get my bearings, maybe note a direction I want to head in because of something interesting.
2. Start walking. Without…

Inspiration

You know when you feel it from the inside of your bones, the marrow pulsates, wanting to break free of what now seems to be it’s prison because of it?

Almost like it’s from another dimension.

52. I almost forgot

Today is the first day since August 7th I didn’t think about writing during my day.

I almost forgot, and not very proud of it.

I have a lot of stuff to do in a short amount of time. I squeezed in everything I could and I remembered: “WRITE”.

[61] Sunday Rituals

Waking up early simply to watch the sunrise — this morning, a dark and sad blue with a burnt orange that faded into the light of day. Going back to sleep even though the sun is shining through the window and you can hear the post-Church crowds a few blocks down stirring in the streets, hungry…