ever seeking a right-fit life
What do you think when you see people with a gun holster at their hip? How about a shirt that reads, "I've had 27 abortions"? What about someone with a MAGA hat, or pronoun pins? How about a young man with pants sagging down to his knees? Or the young woman whose breast and butt... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder if everyone gets their news and narratives from the same source. Over the last few weeks, I've seen numerous newsletters and articles using the exact same phrasing: the virus is now "killing off the unvaccinated." The context and tone are that of superiority with an unspoken good riddance tacked on the end.... Continue Reading →
In December of 2017, my body begin falling apart. My physical fitness regressed substantially after two years of resistance training progress. I woke up tired and yawned constantly throughout the day, deeply offending friends and family. I struggled to stay alert at work and in conversations, and my acute sensitivity to caffeine slowly dissipated. I... Continue Reading →
"You, my dear, are a baffling curiosity." I have worked with a lot of doctors over the last year, but my favorite is a sweet older gentleman who has been practicing medicine for over 50 years and happens to be a good friend of my father-in-law. He treats me like a daughter, explaining that just... Continue Reading →
Last week, I was browsing research articles on NCBI and NIH using the key terms dropped at my most recent medical appointments. I began by searching for "mitochondrial dysfunction" and "maximal oxygen consumption deficit," and then quickly descended ever-deeper into the rabbit hole. I ended my search on a book excerpt that has stuck with... Continue Reading →
During my undergrad junior year, I took a class on Positive Psychology. Nearly a decade ago, I sat around an elongated table with other students discussing our reading assignments from Flow, Authentic Happiness, and The How of Happiness. Though I was shy and insecure, I was excited enough about the topic to raise my hand and... Continue Reading →
existential ergonomics 