I met a woman. A warrior. Silent and strong. She used to come to the soup kitchen where I worked. At first, she said nothing. She didn’t want to interact at all. She needed lunch. And to leave, so that’s what she got. It took months, but my colleague, who was in charge of figuring … More Constant as a northern star
I grew up down the dirt road from my great-grandparents farm. It didn’t occur to me that it was a bit different to grow up on a dirt road, as it was pretty common in my neck of the woods. What really has turned out to be the surprise is that I had the opportunity … More A thing I thought was common
I haven’t really been feeling the words except far too internally of late, so hence, I’ve not been writing much other than what communications I have to do for my job. Which is fine. There will be time. But I have seen a few things that warrant commenting on, and yes, I’m going to be … More Things I couldn’t do last week, or possibly ever.
Inspired by this Maxine Kumin poem. It’s hard. It’s also wonderful. I have so many treasured and wonderful friends. I cannot properly express the uplift I get from them. I couldn’t probably continue without their varied support. I know I mentioned it in my last post, but it’s real, y’all. I cannot count on my … More How it is
This relates to my last post. Because I lied. I said I was fine, and I will be, but I am not as of yet. You might ask why, so let’s unpack my “experience.” In the moment that conversation happened, when I panic blacked-out, as I mentioned, this is what it actually felt like: I … More When you can still only remember what you want to forget
I had a conversation with a former co-worker who I was well aware is a conservative Christian, and while I didn’t think this would happen, it did. I think in my head we were both just aware that we’re canyon-deep different, but things come up. Or out. But she is super nice, and I still … More When you can only remember what you want to forget
I got out of Seattle last weekend because of the annual Solstice shitshow celebration. I don’t like people that much when they aren’t naked, painted and really wasted, but have learned to just avoid being home for that particular party. Denver is always fun, and since my partner had to be there for work most … More Doughnuts at altitude
And I also failed to do the thing. I’ve been to a few classes at the gym, which seems mostly like a funny metaphor. Like, I used to go to a gym regularly, and sorta at least figured out what I was doing. Or I was at least doing similar shit to other people who … More I did the thing
I quit my job. Pitched as a consultative role in the financial industry, it was in reality a volume sales play. I am not good at volume sales. I’m not pushy, or “sales-y” – the only way I’ve ever sold anything has been through demonstrating quality work, specifically content. My work, my words, my worth. … More Hang up the barstool, pick up a barbell
But it won’t get any harder And I hope you’ll find your way again And it won’t get any higher And it all boils down to what you did there The Cranberries – Disappointment The fine filament flows outward over the past, year, two years, three, however many. A retrospective gloom casts its way … More goodbye, year
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