Even though I am on my fifth or sixth career now, I identify most with the last career I had, and that was that of a writer (and editor). I was a writer long before I was paid to do so, as most of us are, but dared to only call myself a writer after… Read More
I’m finally at a point in my life where I feel like I truly respect myself. It only took 40 years. For much of my adult life, I thought I respected myself. I thought that I was okay with who I was, felt good(ish) about myself, and how people treated me. But I’ve come to realize… Read More
Exactly six years ago today, I woke up like I did every morning, unaware that I would go to bed a completely different person and my life, as I knew it, was going to end. Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but as September 5th, 1977 was the date of my birth, September 21st,… Read More
Everyone has this little voice in their head which never seems to shut up. You may call it your inner voice, intuition, Jiminy Cricket, a hallucination, George or whatever, but it’s there and it gives a running commentary on everything that you do, think, and say. That inner voice is an opinionated bastard and can… Read More
I just turned 40 earlier this week and surprisingly, I didn’t freak out about it. I do sometimes sit back and marvel at how quickly it has flown by. Then I get a little panicky about how there is so much more I want to do, see, and experience. The brevity of life has really been at… Read More
I woke up this morning feeling no different than I did yesterday (Well, maybe a bit less tired since I finally got a good, full night’s sleep). The only thing different is that I no longer am checking the 35-39 age group box, but the 40-44 will now be my go-to. 40 years old.… Read More
Apparently, the only time I’m able to muster enough motivation and energy to write is in the middle of the night when the Universe has jarred me awake in some unpleasant manner. And while I’d rather be asleep, here I am at 2:00 am, eyes swollen from hives and stomach churning in nausea, feeling just… Read More
I’ve been having this reoccurring dream lately when I’m driving with my eyes closed. In this dream, I am frantically trying to open my eyes, panicking more and more as I accelerate, cringing at the thought that at any moment I’m going to crash. No matter how hard I try, I cannot pry my eyes open… Read More
Olympic runner Kara Goucher once said, “Nothing in my life has ever broken my heart the way running has. And yet I cannot breathe without it.” I thought about this quote as I sobbed loudly through mile 22, ignoring the concerned racers passing me with looks of understanding masking their own agonies. I was so dehydrated… Read More
A post from a Facebook friend caught my eye the other day. She was asking for advice about a guy she had a crush on. He admitted to having feelings for her too, but he had a girlfriend. The post mentioned that he and his girlfriend didn’t really get along, he was coming into town and… Read More