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
Category Archives: The Divorced Life
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
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
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
“Never again, never again, never again, never again…” I chanted to myself at 2:00 am as I struggled to catch my breath in the cold night air, hopping over sidewalk bumps and trying my best to ignore the drunk man serenading me from across the street. Clutching the grimy pepper spray canister in my hand, I… Read More
What is my life’s purpose? What’s your life’s purpose? After years of searching and coming up empty-handed, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe “finding my life purpose” is highly overrated. I didn’t grow up knowing I wanted to be a doctor or an astronaut or actress or whatever kids want to be these days.… Read More
Today, I quit. I had a 20-mile long run scheduled for my next race – the Surf City Marathon – and after the first mile, I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to run for 19 more miles. Besides the fact that I didn’t want to (who really wants… Read More
My favorite day at school when I was in the 4th grade was Tuesday. I would look forward all week to 10:15 am Tuesday morning because that was when my teacher would line us all up and march us to the small portable set up at the edge of the school – the library. It… Read More
Do people even read blogs anymore? I’m pretty sure the answer is no, and I’ve been neglecting this blog for the last 3+ years, so the real question is: do people even read *this* blog anymore? I guess the answer really doesn’t matter, since when I converted this blog from photography to the place I… Read More