ever seeking a right-fit life
I don't particularly like meeting new people. It's not that I'm antisocial but, rather, I value my energy. Most people aren't worth the energy to meet. They're not interesting people. The gap between interesting people and the least common denominator is vast. That gap is almost always represented by the difference between consumers versus creators,... Continue Reading →
The most challenging part of my illness is not the hair loss, skin ulcers, or constant nausea. I'm starting to come to terms with the swollen joints and the forced sabbatical from lifting, hiking and cardio. I'm okay with the fact that I'll be on heavy-duty medication for at least ten more months and, quite possibly,... Continue Reading →
As a child, I loved playing with my brother's wooden train tracks. I was particularly interested in the switches--those forks in the road that allowed the train to either continue forward or swerve to the right. As I would guide the wooden train down the path, the wheels would occasionally catch on the wrong grooves.... Continue Reading →
In my early twenties, I developed the habit of drafting up little love notes on particularly lonely days, leaving them tucked inside library books and waiting on park benches. I never stuck around long enough to see the recipients, but I always felt so much happier and more connected after my secretive love bombs. Maybe... Continue Reading →
existential ergonomics 