Sometimes it’s in the form of a feeling. You think to yourself day after day, “I’ve always wanted to go there.” Or, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Even, “I’ve always wanted to try.” And then one day you do. Sometimes it’s in the form of a person…

Odd day. It began and ended with fire in the air. I went outside briefly during the late morning hours and, despite the clear blue sky, I could smell a fire somewhere. I wasn’t sure if it was a structure fire nearby or if it was something a bit mo…

Once while I was in Manhattan on business, I looked out a window 30+ stories above the ground; though high above everyone else, including the noise of traffic and deafening din of importance, I didn’t feel settled inside. I felt tiny; I felt insig…

300 days ago, it was all new. Shiny. Intimidating. Sparkly. I remember the first post that I wrote; I wondered who would judge, who would wonder, who would form a conclusion. By the end of that first week, I couldn’t have cared less; I was writing…

Sometimes I’ll begin my posts by writing the end first; tonight is one of those nights. I know where I want to end up, but the path to get there isn’t always clear when I first sit down at the computer. When I left my last job, a friend gave me a …

Sometimes we’re in the line of fire, and they’re things that we’d really rather not have hit us. A dirty look. A snarky comment. A guilt trip. A rumor. Hurtful words fly our way. Aggression for no good reason comes out of nowhere. Lies and the twi…

I was on track to leave the house on time — total score. I hadn’t slept well last night, so I was up and at ’em earlier than usual. Backing out of the driveway this morning, I noticed the front porch light was still on. I pulled back in, ran insi…

I woke up an hour before my alarm went off this morning and, despite my sans-alarm start to the day, there was still a startling element as I came to and started to focus: The Bee Gees’ “I Just Want to be Your Everything” was stuck in my head. I h…

I’ve never seen a store more crowded than I did today. And while they already have the garden center un-gardenized and bursting at the seams with holiday decor, the place was more busy than I’ve ever seen it — even around Christmas. Sundays are m…

I was reading something recently about vulnerability, and how it can lead to so much good in life if you just allow yourself to let everything in. “Everything?” I don’t know about you, but vulnerability scares the hell out of me. And I’m going to …