Maybe this time I’ll build the right house, on the right location, with the right tools, and for the right reasons, and the house will stand and I will still want to live in it. Or maybe I won’t.
I want to talk to you about this time I felt stuck. Really stuck. Really down. Really not myself. Depressed. I would actually classify this thing that happened, that I’m coming out of, as depressed. And that is scary as fuck. I have lots of reasons why it might have happened. Significant health issues, insomnia, … Continue reading THE SOUND OF SILENCE
They’re the kind that bind my hands and blind my eyes and restrain my feet, and keep me from the light. The kind that make me feel powerLESS. The kind that leave me gasping for air at the bottom of the pool.
When I ran my first marathon I was 21. I had trained for five months, I had eaten the right foods, put in the work, prepared my body well, and was mentally ready for 26.2. It was beautiful and I was happy to be there, until I wasn’t. At mile 20 as I reached the final … Continue reading THE WALL
“Be kind or be quiet!” I said the other day, during dinner in response to our key jar question. No hesitation, I just blurted it out the second I read the little strip of paper: “if you could give one piece of advice to the world, what would it be?” My family stared at me … Continue reading Be Kind (Or Be Quiet)
So last Monday, a week ago, I had surgery to repair an umbilical hernia I’ve been ignoring for the last eight years. Per usual, I thought it would be no big deal. 60 minute surgery, home before noon, likely working again by 1pm. Only, to no one’s surprise but mine, that’s not exactly how it … Continue reading CORE