A Year of Firsts. And Lasts.

When I reflect on this year, it seems that the inevitable reality of life, and of death, just catapulted to the head of the line.

Love.

If kindness beholds itself to random acts completed in its honor then love is the scraping and molding of deliberation – no randomness here. Planning. Struggling. Acting. Today, I witnessed a scene that I have seen numerous time as it occurs on my street – a gentleman walking to a special transport for the county

Remarkable Day

“… what really matters are the unexpected, wonderful, tragic, elaborate, simple, mind-boggling, boring things that happen in-between ..”

Uncertainty – the only certainty.

“…no one know our stories – not even ourselves.”

Life Between the Creases

I wanted big-ass butt cheek prints to change the cushioning of my couch seating so they looked well worn, (to paint an image).

Emotional Storage

With baggage, you can compartmentalize or hopefully, discard all together, but storage? You’re in for the long-term, brothers and sisters!

Right Where I’m Meant to Be

I have no clue what things will look like for me next year at this time but I do know that it’s not a question anymore of better or worse.

There are no coincidences

…the best part of fear is that you have to make a choice. You have to retreat or you have to face it.

Staging a Life

How much of our time are we staging our life for the catalog version of who we are, what we do, how we engage?

On Peaking

I have found myself hitting “send” on emails or “post” on these blog posts prior to proofreading on purpose.