Do I still have it? Do I still have the chops? or have I been writing too much sports news? Or will I really be able to let go and tap into my creativity? Are all my great writing days behind me? Was I good because my inhibitions, and anxious thoughts were tampered thanks to… Continue reading Do I Still Have It?
I wrote this poem a long, long time ago. I found a disk of old documents that were on a computer I used in 2002 and 2003. I miss writing poetry. This is not all that great, but it is something. Something will have to do, especially since I have not put fingers to keyboard… Continue reading Slide
I was in the waiting room at the dentist office in a ton of pain, so I thought how can I improve the moment and practice some distress tolerance. I looked over at People Magazine on my right. The front cover depicted a photograph of Natalie Wood. Then I thought, “let’s make a list of… Continue reading My Must Watch Movie List
I just got finished watching the Brett Morgen documentary, Montage of Heck, on Cobain. I feel compelled to write about it for so many reasons. One of them makes me a superficial, fame-whore sellout, a reason that Cobain himself would despise. My last post on him, written 3 years ago, is pinged on a near… Continue reading Thoughts on Cobain Documentary, Montage of Heck
Some days there are no mistakes. There are some strange coincidences, though. People, usually with big, bright smiles on their faces, say, “Coincidences are God’s way of remaining anonymous.” How quaint. With that said, today while sitting in front of my computer, I clicked my mouse over my Chrome web browser toolbar by accident. Seemingly out… Continue reading Get a Helmet
Hope. Some days it is in endless supply, other days the shelves are sparsely stocked. Right now, I am perched on a a millimeter thin sliver of hope. I have it, though. Unlike money or time, it doesn’t matter how much hope you have to feel a sense of security. You just need to recognize… Continue reading Hope
I heard this quotation spoken in my Friday evening yoga class. I loved it because I lived it during 2014 and desire to never stop living it. Hope is the glue that binds the action of knocking with the joy that is yet to be exposed. So long as we keep trying to get better,… Continue reading Keep Knocking